in the pits of hell where satan dwell,
where humanity's sinners burning -is da only thing u can smell,
i sit on a throne wit a bright enough scepter 2 keep da armies up unda a spell,
waiting to bolt back 2 da surface, n give truth to all of their curses,
from the 10% 2 da rapists 2 dem faggits rockin da man purses,
will all feel da wrath even if they hid in da basement of churches,
my demons gon rape you, even if u galloped as far as ya leg could take you,
sledge hammah gon break you,
as u come 2 a sudden halt nigga i win by default,
u might as well outline ya self wit da chalk,
da blade of da hawk carvin ya nek cuz i dont giva fuck nigga whut!
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