...you Cant Handle The Truth...
my face bore a mask somewhere of the coast of hati and shakademe
you dont and wont belive in the boogy-man...UNTIL YOU SEE ME
me, sendin kids to casket's dont belive well ya soon to know
when i carve #'s of victims on ya thigh's & ankle's in roman numeral's
an astrolagist myth babaloian's sacrate to take place in
dun know what your facin i bare the sign of a mason
you try and fight with you mind willin to let the soul back it
those curagious ones wind up in padded walls and straight jacket's
you only see what you belive so im invisable
it takes shit that goes beyond ya moral and human principals
so gain some balls and go to ya local library and study a book on demon's
then maybe you'll try and mix ya first-born with virgan water and my seman
so you can try and fix up a human/devilsh boogy speice's
where the warrior's paint there face's in maggot's blood and feece's
scroll the book's of revelation's and figure out the insanity
im the reason paul and atheist dont belive in christianity
the clue's here are important you still dont belive there vital
the devil ?...pshh the ol hag just watch's simion from american idol
im the new evilish off-spring that okay's too horse huaff's to marry
and master-bate's thinkin of lapercaun's runnin trains on tooth-fairy's................
kill and slay victim's pick on the disable and drop the weakest
but im done here ,time for some pepsi and pop-secrete