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ǝʇɐɔoʌpɐ s,†ıʌǝǝp ǝɥʇ - unhallowed malfeasance lyrics

blowing smoke as rain pours at the back of a night club
i do the devil’s work and it fits me like a tight glove
the devil’s definitely in me, he sent me to levy the petty
tie you to a cinder block and toss you in the jetty
i sleep when the sun’s out so every morning’s a late night
i don’t want my trunk to scream, so i place the tape tight
bl–dy tarps, dripping trash bags, and a railroad spike
nark and i grab the needle and thread to stitch your lips
snitches get stitches and then i slit their b-tch wrists
heathens to my purpose get your tongue cut out
speak up and put down then get your throat gut out
shoveling dirt on your grave like grains in an hourgl-ss
lost in a blood ritual, no one knows how long this hour lasts
send me threats and i’ll return you to your address in a box
use your bones for crafting, with your ribs ticking in my clocks
three in the morning i’m driving around, looking for a shallow grave
i could bury the body, but, i could eat it or crave it on a lathe
midnight and on i’m always up to trouble, leave you in the rubble
a house full of cannibals and a pot of boiling guts, can’t knock the hustle
misconduct’s an understatement, body bags under my basement
stalk em’, slay em’ then i ghost mostly hopping out the casement
quick executions, dance on your grave, i call it the electric chair slide
my gallows stand still when the wind blows, blindfolded at the firing line
i’m still the black magic practicing aspirin addict, with demons in my attic
my heart’s an insane asylum, with no patience, my mortuary’s padded
my soul’s a swirling vortex, blacker than my twisted cerebral cortex
dragging the mortician behind me, embalming him, more or less
with a crucifix, an amulet, and an unabridged treatise on druidism
necromancy and dark magic, i can’t sugar coat that, f-ck a euphemism
hopefully jehovah can witness my mistress sacrifice a virgin
i have a gl-ss of her blood and her organs in jars, i’m practically a surgeon
marketing the mark of the beast, it’s two times threes cubed
walk into a sanatorium and get whispers from the mute
grab a grimoire and throw a hex with a lute
6 minutes till the rapture, and that was too soon

- ǝʇɐɔoʌpɐ s†iʌǝǝp ǝɥʇ lyrics

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