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letra de satan the 3rd - official ts

[intro]
low scums, haha
you don’t even need a goat to do juj
just the jinn that’s makin’ you look like a f-ggot
(yjay produced it)
be your own cover
venom know about the jinn, venom know about the magic
(jmunni, that sounds cold)
all of this demon talk, just bag it
you ain’t never done sihr magic
knowledge is power, now, you can’t back it
you ain’t ever blew into the knowledge, you just talk like parrot
lemme show you alone, you panic
i’m done with these acts (fetch me their souls)
mocking islam, no way i’ll have it
lemme spill some cabbage
i am venom

[chorus]
it’s satan the 3rd, make it hurt
torture him in his grave, or he-rs-
go grab his pet fish, uncle and bird
chillin’ in p-ss, rottin’ in the dirt
i could tell you about ridin’, glidin’
pedal bike slidin’, and i love the feel, it’s excitin’
grab that kid and go knife him, cut him
wrap him, rip his flesh and start smilin’
it’s satan the 3rd, make it hurt
torture him in his grave, or he-rs-
go grab his pet fish, uncle and bird
chillin’ in p-ss, rottin’ in the dirt
i could tell you about ridin’, glidin’
pedal bike slidin’, and i love the feel, it’s excitin’
grab that kid and go knife him, cut him
wrap him, rip his flesh and start smilin’
[verse 1]
guys actin’ bad when they claimin’ the ends
thinkin’ that they’re tough when their shank in their leg
got abuse for you when you’re f-cking dead (ay, grab it)
give ’em a taste of death
it was flesh and bone, then he got turned dust
started as sperm, ended in the mud
got mothers cryin’ for their sons
they’re dead and rottin’ for the sh-t they said and done
i’m a different breed, laughin’ grin when i see them bleed
go aim for his chest, back, belly, or knee
drink blood from the demons
show you’re a teen, your soul ain’t clean, now
i’ll make you see, i’ll make it stay
jinn shadows which come from the cave
fast for the witch every odd weekday
and pierce the doll as the arabs say
i love lookin’ at death in graves
don’t get kwenged in your face
‘cah it ain’t nasty when i eat that brain
knowledge is power, venom is sane
you think you’re bad ‘cah you’re claimin’ demon
look at my p-ss when you reach that grave
demon talk, you can demon walk
deep down, we will know that you’re being fake
you ain’t ever heard about a jinn
when it came in the form of a dog
so f-ck your witch
didn’t you know it’s meant to kept quiet?
you fake kaffirs are done with this sh-t
verse 5-6 from the book of peace
“didn’t i create the men and jinn so that they can only worship me?”
chapter 5-1, don’t argue with me
magicians are fools in all of these muppets
how does it feel to be the jinn’s puppet?
you’re doin’ up batty boy sh-t in the toilet
you dirty scum, and you think you love it
imagine using up menstrual fluid to write arabic
just wait for the trumpet
man will chop up these dumb–rs- kids
i’ll have them lookin’ like a chicken nugget
[chorus]
it’s satan the 3rd, make it hurt
torture him in his grave, or he-rs-
go grab his pet fish, uncle and bird
chillin’ in p-ss, rottin’ in the dirt
i could tell you about ridin’, glidin’
pedal bike slidin’, and i love the feel, it’s excitin’
grab that kid and go knife him, cut him
wrap him, rip his flesh and start smilin’
it’s satan the 3rd, make it hurt
torture him in his grave, or he-rs-
go grab his pet fish, uncle and bird
chillin’ in p-ss, rottin’ in the dirt
i could tell you about ridin’, glidin’
pedal bike slidin’, and i love the feel, it’s excitin’
grab that kid and go knife him, cut him
wrap him, rip his flesh and start smilin’

[verse 2]
i was a violent kid, and they know it
from young, i’ma hide no revolvers
it was me and kd, go bully them olders
jihadi soldiers, i’m always loadin’
it ain’t my fault that i strike like bowling
sweets in the clip come more than potent
man can’t talk on the things we holdin’
ghostin’, grab him, burn and toast him
girls, don’t think that you’re safe from this
they crave last men when we girls n’ kids
i swear to god if all of us will die
in h-ll, they’ll count for the things we did
never been the type, tryna shed some light
add a k to the h-rn and the evil eye
you can talk what you want, ’bout bangin’ juj
but the real ones never put the sh-t online
fake dumb kids, ain’t ready to die
mockin’ islam, you must wanna die
imagine talkin’ about voodoo magic
when god and jinn don’t even comply
they’re only used as a sacrifice
one toss from you, they’ll ask if you’re guys
stop puttin’ on a likkle fasad
when you’re in your grave, you’ll say i’m right
bun that, you already know i’m right
all of this clout done got to your mind
even though you force it, best pick a side
man seein’ the shar, will come in time
just know that war is war
jihad, i won it in the name of islam, i’ll fight
enemy to allah is a enemy, a man (jmunni, that sounds cold)
jihadi soldier, i’m ready to ride
[outro]
i know the toss when you dig through swine
so if you really do, you claim you’re a dirty scum
go cuddle this swine, lol
you fools, man, i know about the jinn
venom knows how it’s all done
you really don’t know demon, you’re a dirty yute
the jinn made the person got scummy sh-t
rub immersed blood in the body
savin’ the sewers, rubbin’ your head like a crack fiend
heh, said you even do it
but you just claim to do it
so a loss and a loss, f-ckin’ patties, man (ay, ay)
(yjay produced it)
(jmunni, this sounds cold)
(yjay made this)

- official ts

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