Q-Unique - Black Metal lyrics

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Q-Unique - Black Metal lyrics

Verse 1] I spit on behalf of my d**h cult made of millions of morbid angels Standing in a burning church in Norway lost in hatred Of course Satan smiles through the face of a child Whose born with the number of the Devil scraped into his scalp We don't like none of y'all at all My f** your mother in the mouth type of dawgs might write this song Triple X b**hes call me and invite me home They run up on me on the street in then invite me dome I spit the truth for the youth movement, it's goon music Engineered to make you bang your motherf**ing head to it Learn ships, live fast lives and spit flames then burn b**hes with crackpipes like Rick James Ill Bill, I'm from Brooklyn where the stars are born I make drug music plus I be involved in p**n I be the chosen like Robby Benson beyond comprehension Holding a toaster like Bronson in d**h Wish [Hook x 2] Black metal, I co*k back react thorough In la botanica con el santero Black mask, white robe, shrouded in peril Trapped me in the war between God and the Devil [Verse 2: Sick Jacken] I know a babalawo who cuts chicken heads I f** chicken heads man that Santeria sh** is f**ing wild I'm feeling like my time running out I'm the middle of the block guns drawn when they gun it down I break speed limits on the highway to Hell They got the Devil chasing me trying to give me life without bail I drink spirits and smoke form for medicine And inhale elements of sickle cell You can catch me in the hood like VD That Sixth Side Street sh** homes and we ain't deal with the PD The most hated on the block with no greatest Crash through the storm and attack the storm raiders I shoot the sh** with Shaman, my spirit is still starving Imagine all the sh** that my soul famine is causing Knife-carving nine on the psychos at night swarming I fight to be righteous but the murder is more calm [Hook x 2] [Verse 3: Q-Unique] I been forced to fulfill a dark and hateful agarro And was born the son of a Satan santero Burn black candles for a black Sabbath After the fact the priest converted her to a crack addict It's flat madness with black gats and black magic Sit and watch the d**h of faces and laugh at it With two white pale goth b**hes lost in an orgy And you too could subscribe for the cost of a forty I got the blood of the faceless pagans on me A sacred place praying to raise a Haitians army The Babalawo wolf from Brooklyn in all white White fitted, white Nikes, moving that pure white all night Make a bruha scream chango and f** their brains out Your ice crucifix won't save you, tuck your chains now Between heaven and hell pa' arriba y pa' abajo Knowing the devil itself vamos pa'l carajo [Hook x 2]

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