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letra de anubis - apakalypse

anton lavey & aleister crowley intro:

come forth of the great song of the abyss, and make my presence matter

lord visible and sensible of whom this earth is but a frozen spark turning about thee with annual and diurnal motion, source of light, source of life…

verse 1: gore elohim:

gangsta coffin with the airbrushed top
approach all your face off shot next to my asian wok
my destiny is go pop so i can pop a cop
problem solver day birth, 44th of a martin glock
mason work, used to sell sherm until my hobby stopped
ma dukes threw me out the crib tryna get the guap
fiends knockin’ on my window tryna get that body rock
i need the maserati, these aunties never stop
raw spit like half a mil, rest in peace masta k!lla’s
pass in the buildings are gone the temple with masta buildas
i use the same bulldog when i be blastin’ victims
my star of david kevlars be your last mission
my diagnosis is self-appointed wall physician
hounds like malachi york they never turn christians
talk from a distance, bury you in your ford vista
spiteful you left in the morgue, get the raw picture

anton lavey interlude:
bring forth the messenger of a luxurous delight, the god desires, [?] future deeds [?]…

verse 2: apakalypse:

anubis h-ll staff, h-ll’s wind blowin’, enter the supercoven
once a [?] comes down, you crashin’ to in dead ain’t goin’ nowhere fast in a rush
pagan sl-ts hemoglobin
i’m cuttin’ rocks with that b-tch to keep it on the hush
blessed with the dust from angels
catch me in the hood slangin’ bath salts
n-ggas turnin’ into zombies been lost it, 21 shots and drop one of ’em
when i miss in get your face mold the f-ck off, corpse hauled off
cyborgs in the morgue, respect the overlords of the underground underworld
destroy your nation with 1000 drones
total devastation get blown, into b-tch fragments
slackjaw f-ggots get drenched, in gasoline, and lit the f-ck on fire
expire souls send them back to where they belong
my arm is a python that lunges lasers like galvatron
i rock thick heavy chains like sp-wn
glock go pop, woah, did you see them brains blow?
there is no comin’ back once you’re gone hoe!

aleister crowley outro:

lady of night, that turning ever about us art now visible and now invisible in thy season, be thou favourable to hunters, and lovers, and to all men that toil upon the earth, and to all mariners upon the sea
so mote it be

giver and receiver of joy, gate of life and love, be thou ever ready, thou and thine handmaiden, in thine office of gladness

- apakalypse

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