Nirvana - Necro, Ill Bill, Mr. Hyde

Before ligaments and fridges

The triple six digits religion

Might sacrifice pigeon’s fidget

Was created by ancient midgets

My kamikaze cronies

Listening to Ozzy over Rick Rock’s chords

Doing quasi religious ceremonies

I see with the Alseek

Curse you into paralysis

Drinking blood from the chalice with Alice the Growley

I feel no guilt, for the blood that got spilt

Fuck thou shall not kill, do or dowt wilt!

Skeeming on Rosemary’s baby in witches shrine

My cult’ll leave you shocked like Polanksky in 69

Introduce you to hallucogenic narcotics

Bathing you with females rocking psychodelic bell bottoms

Fu-Manchu in effect

Banging spoons like Uri Geller

Then I’ll sharpen the ends

And juks you in the neck

67 stab wounds in the lubyankas

Allows you to sip droplets from the goblets of Pompous conquerers

Javel and dagger

Author of death

Virgins with big breasts

Soldiers of morbid thoughts

Non-indulgent incest

Bring me the goat, manipulating woman on dope

Kidnap the pope

Hang from the rope

And strapped in the throat

I’ll spill your blood in the name of Satan

And capture your soul

Author of sacrifice, you’ll survive the bashing your skull

The master within the code

Authors of math

Step in my chapel of goons

My collection of scalpels and tools

And used for ritualistic and sadistic purposes

Cermonial death

Serpin the ancient verses

But Zeus possesses his sister

Masterbating in the monastary

She used the crucifix to pop a cherry

Perverted priest, flirt with the deceased

The black mass is achieved

Shadowy figures joyfully dance with the beast

Hunger for human flesh, is sex to cannibal’s feast

Head of the jackal, six figure hand is complete

20 hits in the womb melt

Get those with the black acid

Kidnapping your wife

Tape safe depositories in plastic

Candle smashing ariolas

Cold as a bastard

Torn from a casket

Human flesh gets scorned into ashes

Pray to Satan like Jimmy Page

Take a stage of blood

Covered the following

Bloods led by mercedes gloves

The yalo drive, from up in the hills

Californication of pills

Triple six engraved in your fucking gills

We’re real wifey

Made eat the whole cake

Worship a ghost state

Puncture your throat with chunks of Colgate

Launching the craig

And cutting his thoughts in the first day

The surgeon of hate

I’m licensed to keep my nurses okay

Unwrapping the vague

Kevorkian, but dusting the?

Hellaways pussies

The podium

Molest your remains

I’m like Brian Wilson, the genius, with a stain of crimson

Original, dillusional

Goons, we move through the system

Enter the master witchdoctor

Evil emperor of my chance

Will anoint the dead

And poison heads

And brainwash a chant

I envision baptism

With satanic mechanisms

Each exorcism, reads the deep flesh incisions

My system of worship

Features bitches in skirts

I should purify my pretty

Before they are visciously murked

We note the impregnated, corrupt the average slut

Stab the gut and quickly sent the miscarriage from cups

Hide the leader of Senchin

Along with evil henchman

Puking down your throat, because your soul needed cleansing

Blood painted pentagrams

Engulfed by flames

Charcoal chunks of frames

We feast on monkey brains

Calmly cutting down your spine

Now we’re chugging blood of wine

Choke and suffocate what’s wine

The fucking suffering is divine

While tranquilizing needles get stuck up in your arm

Sacrificial animals get abducted from the farm