Yes, Mistress

If I die tonight
I'm a take some witches with me
Couple pentagrams crucifix plenty
You witnessing the wrath of a demented poet soak me Baphomet sicker than the Masons in pastry dishes I'm vicious the wickedest wiccan of the west
You suspicious the slickest scum of the nest
If I ride tonight
I'm totting spears and blood tears
Couple spirits gleaming the hindsight of your deepest fears
You is a victim of the blood bath the most savory blood bathory appalled by my spill in Her tub
Like rub a dub dub
The vamps in the club
Grotesque with the pen
The sickest and then rub the lotion on skin
On her skin
On her skin she gets it again like a ring worm but a ring of fire burns through your home
The hex placed you can never be lifted a wiccans force is something to see
She says it in three
Let's do it again
Lets do it again

I will never die
Get used to me
Riding on my enemies

Get down on your knees
Bow down to the queen
Get down on your knees
I summon in threes

I'm twisted
Regurgitate
Yes mistress
Place an emphasis
Your highness the flyest
Queen of mischief
My simp is a witness he's a gimp for my witches
Coven got a hold on me
And all the sickest

Red candles cast the circle
Lay them in the middle tell a Riddle
Then sin we bleed on the middle men
The Cinnamon tossed in your eyes like a voodoo then real it in
Conceal the pen you are mine don't fight it
You are to serve you deserve nothing
I am who you worship
You have no purpose
I am the catalyst for destruction
This is a revolution

Reveal the pain
That lies inside
The darkness in can no longer hide
I won't let you die
Before you find
The real you it is
Your time

Yes mistress
Worship me work for me
Show me you'll do everything
Feed upon me
Bleed for me
Show me that I am your queen



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