[Intro]
Thousands of years before the dawn of civilization, evil magicians fought for supremacy
It's mine! The ultimate power! Power which can convert thought waves into material action! There is nothing I cannot do! Nothing!
[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
Anton LaVey foo man two facial hair
Goons with the hateful stare
Move with palatial flare
Young Carey Busey (beucarrial) carrying Uzi
Young Cosby, (Harry Busey is ..strawberry roofies)
Young Ozzy creepin' the grass spray with the milly chrome
Skii-mask on my face like it's really cold
Summer time but my blood like icicles
Possessed by a demon whose name is undecipherable
The tip of every hollow twirl like a football
Shocking to see that half of your head's what it took off
I'm like murder with the Mac 11
The fine swirlin' from the barrel like past redemption
Spaz with the chopper savage like acid to vodka
I'm like the Grim Reaper but carrying shotgun
Met with c**ties that would go December closed when death approached the end is close yet to tote finesse to the freshet rose (?)
Puffery from an Academy Marina
Slugs from my niner (?) will make you dance like a ballerina
Like dust in the wind
Like angels in the hellfire
Sounded like a twelve-gauge in the jail riot
Opposite of heavy hill proper stay quiet
Spray five got your predator like date line
Cut from the cloth of a lost tribe of gladiators
Run the microphone or get your f****** hands amputated
[Outro]
After six thousand years the curse has ended. Who summoned my spirits from the depths of time?
I do! I command your help in overthrowing my enemies!
Hahaha! Fool! What care I for such as you! Begone growling dog! Before my destruction I was gathering magical powers for the conquest of the world! I shall yet build an everlasting empire of Black Magic
Thousands of years before the dawn of civilization, evil magicians fought for supremacy
It's mine! The ultimate power! Power which can convert thought waves into material action! There is nothing I cannot do! Nothing!
[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
Anton LaVey foo man two facial hair
Goons with the hateful stare
Move with palatial flare
Young Carey Busey (beucarrial) carrying Uzi
Young Cosby, (Harry Busey is ..strawberry roofies)
Young Ozzy creepin' the grass spray with the milly chrome
Skii-mask on my face like it's really cold
Summer time but my blood like icicles
Possessed by a demon whose name is undecipherable
The tip of every hollow twirl like a football
Shocking to see that half of your head's what it took off
I'm like murder with the Mac 11
The fine swirlin' from the barrel like past redemption
Spaz with the chopper savage like acid to vodka
I'm like the Grim Reaper but carrying shotgun
Met with c**ties that would go December closed when death approached the end is close yet to tote finesse to the freshet rose (?)
Puffery from an Academy Marina
Slugs from my niner (?) will make you dance like a ballerina
Like dust in the wind
Like angels in the hellfire
Sounded like a twelve-gauge in the jail riot
Opposite of heavy hill proper stay quiet
Spray five got your predator like date line
Cut from the cloth of a lost tribe of gladiators
Run the microphone or get your f****** hands amputated
[Outro]
After six thousand years the curse has ended. Who summoned my spirits from the depths of time?
I do! I command your help in overthrowing my enemies!
Hahaha! Fool! What care I for such as you! Begone growling dog! Before my destruction I was gathering magical powers for the conquest of the world! I shall yet build an everlasting empire of Black Magic