You do dark stuff, but I am gloomy
I press it off. at the sight of your choppa
You're food for hungry dogs, like Chappi
To kill them twice, I call the doctor
I cut bitches, they scream
The knife handle will leave an imprint
The inverted cross is my seal
The blade edge is polished carefully
God refused to forgive me
Blacklisted from all churches, banned
in chat
I won’t go out into the light so as not to decay in the rays
I'll stay in hell to rotate them from there
Press 03, don't expect mercy
From there I will silence them
occulto appears at night
Cuts carefully without gloves
Do you hear, this is just the beginning!
Bitch, according to my horoscope I am a goat!
Bitch, I'm a goat according to the horoscope!
Whore, according to the horoscope I am a goat!
My fundamental instinct is hunger!
Bitch, according to my horoscope I am a goat!
Bitch, I'm a goat according to the horoscope!
Whore, according to the horoscope I am a goat!
My fundamental instinct is hunger!
I impale your bitch
Afterwards I’ll see you off to the cold
She will be identified later by her tattoos.
So tone it down, homie, bitch, hold on
He'll die one hundred percent
Can you hear the chorus of death - occulto at the controls
Homie, you'll be caught before you get home
I fold it straight, your Kent is walled up
Meet me later
Retinal performance during zoom
I'm without gloves, but I have a hook
White, like Burzum
I can’t distinguish bitches by ear
I add up rappers, and it's not about the amounts
I put rappers in bags
I fry the meat, I heat the oven on the boughs
There are more bitches than seconds in a day
Bitch, according to my horoscope I am a goat!
Bitch, I'm a goat according to the horoscope!
Whore, according to the horoscope I am a goat!
My fundamental instinct is hunger!
Bitch, according to my horoscope I am a goat!
Bitch, I'm a goat according to the horoscope!
Whore, according to the horoscope I am a goat!
My fundamental instinct is hunger!
