Budd Dwyer - John Milton lyrics

Now I don't think you want to test me I got fifty-nine ways to put your curse on me Black magic ritual(?) When I f**in creep You bring the flock, I am the herd of just another sheep Rise of from the bottom [?] of the 38 co*k the hammer back, shoot the motherf**er in his face Run up in your house with a full clip n***as be barking but they don't do sh** I am the son of the devil, conceive in the pit Born by a virgin, die by crucifix Rose on the third day to realize this, that I'm lost in my waves and I couldn't find it Bow to the fact Im the son of the sun Born by the knife, murdered by the gun Dress in all black, [?] Betraying the grey, then you dying for treason Look in my eyes if you understands this I'll die for my Union, I'll k** for the sh** The son of a pimp, no love for a b**h Swim in the blood and body ligaments