Black Metal lyrics

Verse 1 (ILL BILL):

I spit on behalf of my death cult made of millions of morbid angels
Standing in a burning church in Norway lost in hatred
Of course Satan smiles through the face of a child
Who's born with the number of the Devil scraped into his scalp
We don’t like none of y’all at all
My 'f*ck your mother in the mouth' type of dawgs might write this song
Triple X b*tches call me and invite me home
They run up on me on the street in then invite me dome
I spit the truth for the youth movement, it’s goon music
Engineered to make you bang your motherf*cking head to it
Earn chips, live fast lives and spit flames
Then burn b*tches with crackpipes like Rick James
Ill Bill, I’m from Brooklyn where the stars are born
I make drug music plus I be involved in porn
I be the chosen like Robby Benson beyond comprehension
Holding a toaster like Bronson in Death Wish

Hook (x2)

Black metal, I c*ck back react thorough
En la botánica con el santero
Black mask, white robe, shrouded in peril
Trapped me in the war between God and the Devil
Verse 2 (Sick Jacken):

I know a babalawo who cuts chicken heads
I f*ck chicken heads man that Santeria sh*t is f*cking wild
I’m feeling like my time running out
I’m the middle of the block guns drawn when they gun it down
I break speed limits on the highway to Hell
They got the Devil chasing me trying to give me life without bail
I drink spirits and smoke form for medicine
And inhale elements of sickle cell
You can catch me in the hood like VD
That Sixth Side Street sh*t homes and we ain’t deal with the PD
The most hated on the block with no greatest
Crash through the storm and attack the storm raiders
I shoot the sh*t with Shaman, my spirit is still starving
Imagine all the sh*t that my soul famine is causing
Knife-carving nine on the psychos at night swarming
I fight to be righteous but the murder is more calm

Hook

Verse 3 (Q-Unique):

I been forced to fulfill a dark and hateful agarro
And was born the son of a Satan santero
Burn black candles for a black Sabbath
After the fact the priest converted her to a crack addict
It’s flat madness with black gats and black magic
Sit and watch the death of faces and laugh at it
With two white pale goth b*tches lost in an orgy
And you too could subscribe for the cost of a forty
I got the blood of the faceless pagans on me
A sacred place praying to raise a Haitians army
The Babalawo wolf from Brooklyn in all white
White fitted, white Nikes, moving that pure white all night
Make a bruha scream chango and f*ck their brains out
Your ice crucifix won’t save you, tuck your chains now
Between heaven and hell, pa’ arriba y pa’ abajo
Knowing the devil itself vamos pa’l carajo
Hook