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letra de xtian bitch - demented bastards

[verse 1: razakel]
look into my eyes, see the hate and pain
it’s embedded, permanent, it won’t go away
i’ll take the blame, i’ll become the culprit (help!)
pray to your god but he ain’t hearin’ sh-t
got a hitlist of preachers, reverend’s and priests
i’m a k!ller cannibal, holy flesh, i feast
i’m a wicked beast, slittin’ necks, slittin’ d-cks
you lost the game, call it quits, forfeit
i’m spittin’ in the face of a christian b-tch
take the bible from her hands, wipe my ass with it
i’m a m-s-ch-st, i cut my skin, l!ck the wounds
use my own blood, paint thе walls in my room
meet your doom, witness your death through me
i lovе it when you cry, beg and plead
i show no mercy, only suffering
k!ll you slow, bathe in your misery

[chorus: wolff & razakel]
stricken with this wickedness
witness apocalyptic sh-t
i’m spittin’ in the face of a christian b-tch
you-you lost the game, call it quits, forfeit
by the end of the day it’s too late to pray
as your body and soul gets split in twain
i’m spittin’ in the face, i’m spittin’ in the face
i’m spittin’ in the face of a christian b-tch
[verse 2: kalebisdead]
christian b-tches must die, they just fall for the devil’s lies
and they need to send me the splattered out rituals
must be a virgin, her blood must not be [vigils?]
sick of her soul though, twisted mouth individual
blood inhabits [?] literal
decayed droppers, massacres of [rabies?]
demons from the boy, the family’s engorged her
s-x drunk, blood night, hooks and bones
the powers the welcome ’cause everything’s souls
[?]
p-ssies gawking, choking on cigarette
her body, face demonic, fits of [?]
enough of the toxin while [?] rage
and i’m starin’ at the [?] of the virgin!

[chorus: wolff & razakel]
stricken with this wickedness
witness apocalyptic sh-t
i’m spittin’ in the face of a christian b-tch
you-you lost the game, call it quits, forfeit
by the end of the day it’s too late to pray
as your body and soul gets split in twain
i’m spittin’ in the face, i’m spittin’ in the face
i’m spittin’ in the face of a christian b-tch
[verse 3: satoxian]
i’m at church, preparin’ for sunday mass
everyone sits down as i do my next task
put on my mask while they sing hallelujah
and load my mac so they can meet the ruler
all them were dead and stabbed before they walked into the door
doin’ god a favor, laughin’ while they’re bleedin’ on the floor
take a can of gasoline, light the place, watch it gleam
visions of h-ll, embrace the whole scene
while their souls get raptured and sent to the flames
their bodies get left for me to desecrate
put ’em in a pile to commit necrophilia
fillin’ up the orifices, spewin’ out demons
the pastor witnesses all my atrocities
sayin’ that heaven will never be for me
so i spit in his face and blast ’em away
makin’ him face his own judgement day

[chorus: wolff & razakel]
stricken with this wickedness
witness apocalyptic sh-t
i’m spittin’ in the face of a christian b-tch
you-you lost the game, call it quits, forfeit
by the end of the day it’s too late to pray
as your body and soul gets split in twain
i’m spittin’ in the face, i’m spittin’ in the face
i’m spittin’ in the face of a christian b-tch
[verse 4: wolff]
fist the christian b-tches
hit their cl-ts with crucifixes
fixin’ ’em d-ck between their lips then
bust unholy nuts, a vision of jesus
and leakin’ s-m-n, jizz is seepin’
singin’ through the t–th and cheeks
the demons seed releases out freely
and it burns away hoes
we slay those, erase foes
with aks and m4’s
just unload the full clip and bust shots through windows
at those who attend shows in church clothes
and pew rows, the whole crowd gets mowed down
it’s so loud through gun smoke

[interlude]
many crimes against christian’s
christian’s die
many crimes against christian’s
christian’s die
many crimes against christian’s
christian’s die
many crimes against christian’s are on the rise
2024 reporter, hate christian’s (hate christian’s)

[outro: wolff & razakel]
stricken with this wickedness
stri-stricken with this wickedness
apocalyptic wickedness
apocalyptic wicked sh-t
i’m spittin’ in the face of a christian b-tch
you-you lost the game, call it quits, forfeit
by the end of the day it’s too late to pray
as your body and soul gets split in twain
i’m spittin’ in the face, i’m spittin’ in the face
i’m spittin’ in the, spittin’ in the, spittin’ in the face
i’m spittin’ in the face, i’m spittin’ in the face
i’m spittin’ in the face of a christian b-tch

- demented bastards

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