Antichrist

I rave-up in the grave, bitch, you know what the fuck is up
Fallen angels want to play the dice, I be the devil's son
Bloody Mary chokin' on the semen, eat the fuckin' cum
Antichrist up in this bitch, I put the seed right in the cunt

Body bag for the bitch, get dead with the stitch
So fake, cut the shit, you say, get a grip
Get down on your knees, lay down, rest in peace
Holy Mother knows I'm killin' sinners, I'm here for the feast

I was talkin' to the devil on a motherfuckin' flip phone
"Pardon me, how Jesus goin'? Motherfucker's dead, gone"
Killed that bitch, his veins stopped flowin', sleepin' under gravestone
Smoked this bitch, he gone, and you'll be callin' me a big smoke

It's that nine to yo' dome
What you, what you gonna do, bitch? (Goodbye)
It's that nine to yo' dome
What you, what you gonna do, bitch? (Goodbye)

Yuh, I'm comin' with the Desert Eagle straight up in your town
I be creepin' in the night so you can't even hear a sound
Shoot my pistol-pistol, then I put the demons on the ground
I'm so sick of burnin' churches, so I turn it all around

Body bag for the bitch, get dead with the stitch
So fake, cut the shit, you say, get a grip
Get down on your knees, lay down, rest in peace
Holy Mother knows I'm killin' sinners, I'm here for the feast

Creep in the silence, embrace the violence
Don't call the sirens, wait for your guidance