Find Me
I am the serpent
Corrupting the souls of the abandoned and the lost
I am a murderer
Who gon' find me
Who gon' find me
Who' gon find me, yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Who's behind me
Who's behind me
Who's behind me, yuh (aye)
Serpent soul
Serpent soul
Serpent soul, yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Fuck the ghoul
Fuck the ghoul
Fuck the ghoul, yuh (yuh)
The screams of the vanquished will pollute the land
As all weak, damaged souls fall into the Earth's pit
And thus, the corruption will start
Sodomise your daughter, don't need no water 'cause she on my dick ('cause she on my dick)
Getting her wet then I pull it out and I put it right back in (aye, aye)
I fell in a pit of hate and now I'm trapped contemplating all my sins (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Catch me conversating with the demons, apparitions and the motherfucking jinns (aye)
I ain't got a thought in my mind of the positive kind (nah)
I'll burn the temples and the shrines
And corrupt cities with them nines (aye)
To sell my soul, it's fucking time
'Bout I say, man fuck a dime (yeah)
Fuck the drugs and fuck the wine
I'll end this shit on my fucking life (ahh)
'Cause I am fucking done, fucking voices in my fucking head (ahh)
Whisper in my ear every night, that's when I go to bed
And I cut my wrists until I see the crimson fucking red
Believe me when I say that I would much rather be fucking dead
Corrupting the souls of the abandoned and the lost
I am a murderer
Who gon' find me
Who gon' find me
Who' gon find me, yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Who's behind me
Who's behind me
Who's behind me, yuh (aye)
Serpent soul
Serpent soul
Serpent soul, yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Fuck the ghoul
Fuck the ghoul
Fuck the ghoul, yuh (yuh)
The screams of the vanquished will pollute the land
As all weak, damaged souls fall into the Earth's pit
And thus, the corruption will start
Sodomise your daughter, don't need no water 'cause she on my dick ('cause she on my dick)
Getting her wet then I pull it out and I put it right back in (aye, aye)
I fell in a pit of hate and now I'm trapped contemplating all my sins (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Catch me conversating with the demons, apparitions and the motherfucking jinns (aye)
I ain't got a thought in my mind of the positive kind (nah)
I'll burn the temples and the shrines
And corrupt cities with them nines (aye)
To sell my soul, it's fucking time
'Bout I say, man fuck a dime (yeah)
Fuck the drugs and fuck the wine
I'll end this shit on my fucking life (ahh)
'Cause I am fucking done, fucking voices in my fucking head (ahh)
Whisper in my ear every night, that's when I go to bed
And I cut my wrists until I see the crimson fucking red
Believe me when I say that I would much rather be fucking dead
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Writer(s): Dead Omen
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