I Worship Devil Shyt

I summoned the prince of darkness
By the power of the pact we sealed, one sweet and faithful night
He is our most frightening symbol of evil
The tempter, the soul snatcher who goes by many names (Satan, Lucifer, Belial, Leviathan)
Tonight is a full moon and Friday the 13th
An auspicious night for satanist who are into dark magic
And the ancient practice of calling the devil to work
I'm meeting with a man who calls himself a high priest of the first church of Satan
Thanks to the internet he is a shadowing mentor for the thousands of kids he communicates with online

See I worship devil shit, to keep the demons in my head
Close my eyes, and now I'm sweatin', tossin', turnin' in my bed
Making homicides, demons fly, as I increase my high
Satan now appears, but just in shadow, and it's time to ride
Slowly rub my eyes, to clear my head, 'cause I'm not seein' straight
Lucifer repeats, "It's time to go," but still I hesitate
Rubbin' and washin' my hands, right on my jeans, 'cause there's a bloody mess
Figurin' out what did I do, to get these cuts all on my hands and chest

Feelin' so satanic in a panic and I'm full of rage
Now I'm placed in prison, locked away up at an early age
So I grab and cock my Glock and get my ass up on the creep
Niggas talkin' shit about my clique, are buried six feet deep
Walk into the living room and call my roommates to the den
Then I start to buck and leave them fuckers, shoot up all my friends
Now I'm lurkin' cautiously, I hope that Jesus calls and says
"For eternally, the Evil Pimp will be the devil's slave"

See I worship devil shit, you bustas best not fuck with it
See I worship devil shit, I'll put you bitches in a ditch
See I worship devil shit, you bustas best not fuck with it
See I worship devil shit, I'll put you bitches in a ditch
See I worship devil shit, you bustas best not fuck with it
See I worship devil shit, I'll put you bitches in a ditch
See I worship devil shit, you bustas best not fuck with it
See I worship devil shit, I'll put you bitches in a ditch (do the will of the devil)

Crescent moon up in the night and now the Evil Pimp appears
Families in a panic 'cause their family members disappeared
Horror bloody scenes from the king of this evil shit
Brain gon' splat on walls, homicide I brutally commit
Put you in a bag with toe tags, and then I start to drag
So don't fuck with me, especially when hold the 40 mag
Just like I'm Kris Kringle, sleigh bell jingle from this plastic nine
Went to park and stacked you like a pringle, so don't fuck with mine

And the gun I hold tight in my hand, increases murder rate
Pop them twice and watch the blood bitch, as I sold them from their fate
Make my way to church, so I can go and quickly clear my soul
Devil's got a hold, won't let me go and I can pay no more
And ho I should mention, ain't no fiction, wake you from your sleep
My deadly intention for demention, leave you six feet deep
Got a couple tattoos, now you actin' like a killer
I'ma leave you tatted up, floatin' upside down in river

See I worship devil shit, you bustas best not fuck with it
See I worship devil shit, I'll put you bitches in a ditch
See I worship devil shit, you bustas best not fuck with it
See I worship devil shit, I'll put you bitches in a ditch
See I worship devil shit, you bustas best not fuck with it
See I worship devil shit, I'll put you bitches in a ditch
See I worship devil shit, you bustas best not fuck with it
See I worship devil shit, I'll put you bitches in a ditch

See I worship devil shit, you bustas best not fuck with it
See I worship devil shit, I'll put you bitches in a ditch
See I worship devil shit, you bustas best not fuck with it
See I worship devil shit, I'll put you bitches in a ditch