Blood Moon
Take a groupie bitch into the woods
Tie her up like Jigsaw would
Make no mistake she on the stake
Gon' burn today for Satan's sake
Before the flames we say our grace
Carve pentagrams in that bitch face
Light the candles take her flannel off
Carve triple 6 into her skin and then we fuckin' send her off
If there really is a God he's a bitch and a fraud
Taking babies from their mothers leaving bodies in the road
He's just a philosophy man made monstrosity
Made by a colony scared to see black in the end
All part of his plan even cancer and sin
He just sit back and watch with a grin
Unlikable scum fuck resident young buck
Do cold dirt like tundra double clutch nunchucks
Hate to converse don't like Chucks
Hate chumps that don't change
No mental range dumb fucks
Hit the blunt get stuck
Sticks and stones worth none
If actions speak louder get to work son
Stun your bitch took it straight out her purse huh
I'm thievin' from individual persons
Till the hearse comes
If Jesus was alive I would side with the Romans
His holy father doomed us with those omens
So send me to burn bitch I know that I'm chosen
Need a demon chick to come serve her purpose
The mystical flowers I smoke are so potent
Tie her up like Jigsaw would
Make no mistake she on the stake
Gon' burn today for Satan's sake
Before the flames we say our grace
Carve pentagrams in that bitch face
Light the candles take her flannel off
Carve triple 6 into her skin and then we fuckin' send her off
If there really is a God he's a bitch and a fraud
Taking babies from their mothers leaving bodies in the road
He's just a philosophy man made monstrosity
Made by a colony scared to see black in the end
All part of his plan even cancer and sin
He just sit back and watch with a grin
Unlikable scum fuck resident young buck
Do cold dirt like tundra double clutch nunchucks
Hate to converse don't like Chucks
Hate chumps that don't change
No mental range dumb fucks
Hit the blunt get stuck
Sticks and stones worth none
If actions speak louder get to work son
Stun your bitch took it straight out her purse huh
I'm thievin' from individual persons
Till the hearse comes
If Jesus was alive I would side with the Romans
His holy father doomed us with those omens
So send me to burn bitch I know that I'm chosen
Need a demon chick to come serve her purpose
The mystical flowers I smoke are so potent
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Writer(s): Dylan Farlow
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