There’s several different levels to Devil worshippin’ horse’s heads, Human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism Animals havin’ sex with ‘em, camels mammals and rabbits But I don’t get into that, I kick the habit - I just, Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the **in’, meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, I’m lyin’, I got a nine in my pocket And baby I’m just, dyin’ to ** him He’s ready for war, I’m ready for war I got machetes and swords for any fagot that said he was raw My uz’ as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before I just didn’t have as large an arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall Red on the ceilin’, red on the floor, get a new whore Met on the second, wet on the third, Then she’s dead on the fourth - I’m dead wrong