Steve-O Creep - Immolate Virtue (feat. Razputin)

Call upon your false gods
Grip upon that 9 rod
Circling the block
Til my
Motha fuckin' pain gone
1993
Birthed a motha fuckin' creep
Gun violence
Then it's silence
So so sweet
Violator of the weak
I thought you was killer
You jus dancin
I'm the new age Manson
Sick like 85
Run and hide
Follow my mission
My path is so wicked
I wanna kill everything
That is my vision
You talk and you talk
Then you coming up missing
Piss in the casket
You made your decision
I'm not your friend
I'm not your homie
Speak for the
Nigga's that know me
I told Satan himself
Send me men not boys
I don't feel right
Killin what's yours
I'm sending some money
To all of your sons
So they can show up
And see what I done
Insane witches
Psychic bitches
I got birdies in my brain
Fuck around and
Get the stick
You might just end up dead
Demons in my head
Feel like Freddie Dredd
Blood all in my bed
Cock the shotty
I catch bodies
No one fucks with me
Corpses rotting
Young John Gotti
I got brothers
All up in these streets
Definition of simplistic
Get your teeth broke any second
Immolate virtue
You dreamin
I'll kill you
I promise
I'm honest
With all of this wicked
Feed
Fight
Fuck
Bodies all off in the river
Violence and my malice
I will promise to deliver

Written by:
Joseph Becker, Steven Reese

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