M. Hostilis - Witchcraft

Thought he was stylish
On that pussy grabbing
But now coronavirus done
Come out and grabbed him
Sucks to the heat of the
WWII fleets that he was
Packing on some
Pussy ass nazi heyday flags
That he was stacking
Homie tried to bring it back to
Uncle Tom's cabin in the
Backwoods of a hood where
No backwoods had stood
While they puff loud in jail cells
Waiting for Hell's bells to
Smack good and get some
Sleep if a motherfucker
Only could
You on the Godsmack and
I hope you're never coming back
You and your entire design
Is all trash
Getting smoked just like you're a
Cheap sack o' hash
You're a dead loc
All second chances is passed

Die
Die
Die
Die

Fuck off FBI I ain't
Making no threat
Except for these
Words marked as
Witchcraft down to
The Devil and sent
I'd collect it on a bet
That your racism's
Sitting lower than the
Likes of Satan's
Cage rattling and Hell raising
Complacent: the path that sheep
Will always walk waiting for
Fools like you to rise talk
Sadistic hateful talk but the
Hand of God now has
Eroded you to chalk
Lower than the piss water rolling
Out the Rolling Rock
I feel bad for your wife
Did she catch it from your cock
I wonder if you fucked while
She was begging you to stop
Never know with a man like you
Who abuses tools and tried to
Rewrite history in
The public schools

Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die

Written by:
David Goldberg

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