Pieces of flesh skin bone and blood Strewn forty feet in all directions Though police can find no evidence You'll still be mine for resurrection I come
meant to spill the beans Nor tear the pod It's like I hike an acre unimpressed And slept on the sabre's edge Enough times to splice anti-Christ's favorite
Now I got Christ wearin' black! See, I'm the Devil on his shoulder, Yeah I'm that scary fat demon, That'll turn all you hethens into scaredy cats. King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ
want the Light, Now I got Christ wearin' black! See, I'm the Devil on his shoulder, Yeah I'm that scary fat demon, That'll turn all you hethens into scaredy cats. King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ
salvation Ha Ha a?? Heavenly livin's above every man "Chick-a-chick-a-chick-a he's crazy! I'm sick of them 'born agains' Walkin' around askin' if you
, Now I got Christ wearin' black! See, I'm the Devil on his shoulder, Yeah I'm that scary fat demon, That'll turn all you hethens into scaredy cats. King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ
