Rather have a new shawty who can grip the 40
Cock aim she unleashing her pain
On all these lame squares, it ain’t fair
She stares with her glare eyes twitching
This bitch is wicked voodoo anger
She go crazy on her dolls rip off the legs and make em crawl
Rips out their eyes and ask if they can see the light
Never been kind she demonic in the confides if her mind
Sinning is her favorite past time, eleven needles through their spine
I tell her show mercy, hatred otherworldly
Her throne is baptized in blood, dark souls, hollow bodies decay
You better now down and pray, queen of the nightshade
She spillith her black goo from the womb, the unholy hours here
Lilith’s is coming soon, insanity perplexing vanity
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