8th Gate Open - Disturbed Youngster (feat. Tyybot & M.C. Really Real)

There is a very disturbed young man
Two blocks down
Painting a pentagram
Over his house
Waiting till the world goes black
Not fast
So his own hands
Seek out the task
Head to the cave
Lock the deadbolt
Turn the first page
Speak from the throat
Give em the goat
Give em the moment of horror Before we decide if they float
A toddler tyrant
And he's on a warpath
Give em what he wants
Or it'll be a bloodbath
Summoning demons
In a Walmart parking lot
He doesn't give a fuck
How many lives are lost
Gather your pitch forks
Light a couple torches
Pull up a lawn chair
Hold your horses
He fiends off
The anger you harbor
The more you hate
He only gets stronger
Slicked back hair
Wearin Tripp pants
Lickin his lips
With a flare
And an unlit match
Starin like a half starved saber tooth cat
As his concrete feet
Meet the grease of the grass
Master of the least
A decanter in a cast
He's the last of his kind
Kinda trapped in the past
But tonight
This young titan will bask
In the light of the torch
And a blanket of ash
Makin a gash in a closed fist
Lighting the candles of Lucifer Lickidy split
The kid speaks demon
Spittin the meaning of a mixed up mind
Mortal Master of heathens
Evil is inevitable
He must meddle in apocalyptic matters
Gotta feed the angry teen wolf
But this motherfuckers not new
To the business of debauchery
And stale smoke
Black sludge
Up in his lungs
God of the gutters
Got a mean grudge
Bolt cutters
He'll be the judge
Bent on burning
The bodies above
Bubbling blisters
And putrid protrusions
I am not sick
Though I may be a nuisance
Conjure some chaos
And dance with illusion
Mainline some acid
And through up the duces
Equinox
Run around the block
With a black box
Inside's a paradox
That'll knock your socks off
Better call the dogs off
I run around town
With some hell hounds
Hell
You might as well
Compare me to Hades
I'm feeling compelled
To cast spells on your ladies
Me
Evil
Yeah
Maybe
I came back to life
When I drowned in Euphrates
Look me up
In the Nechronomicon
I'm on page 6669
Evil
No
I'm a phenomenon
Eat space for breakfast
And take shits on Time

Written by:
Patrick Mitchell, Tyler Liming

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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