"My demon was the product of 'curiosity killed'- Not true/ he's been taunting God since the Bubonic flu// When black cats and witches/ were more than just superstitions/ Sacrifices to Saturn/why half the town's kids are missin'//// This is not your father's Regan-era company shit/ This is hot pagan bitches/ naked, with cum on their tits// speakin' a dead language you couldn't do with a human tongue/ I heard a rumor they do more than just missionary position////Am I a heathen? Let me see/ I guess, just when I'm breathin'/B.C beejes were said to be simply the method of demons// Men were said to be sinnin', soillin' the seed/ you can see the trek of my progression by the venues that I've drenched in my semen////

HOOK:

Why I wanna watch a bunch of topless, exotic dancers?

The hottest ass in town party's here with he rack out/

Why'd I thought I'd dodge all the politics and the fantasies;the obelisk and sand?

To me, call it a crackdown//

Why, when in all honesty, if I'm bad, no one stoppin me?

guess then I'll just keep poppin' these oxy til' blackout/

I've been in a lot of these "Lookin' down on me" drama beats/Lots of these people oughta see I'll never back down////

V2: I used to be a gentleman, but now I'm a prick/ Constant hipocracy taught me the right and wrong coffee to sip//Implicit bitterness bias/ slit the carotid artery of alliances/ Riots, when you know how nihilists get////Right-wing zionist pit/ throw the covens in ovens/yeah, on the covenant tip/I see, I MUST'VE been lit// IV with Tussin and thizz/ I be like Hunter, but crip/ Comfy with umpteen motherfuckers bumpin' somethin' other than this//// What's for supper is kids/ This fuckin' summer I'm gonna indulge in my love for blood and show you what gluttonous is//