spex - yeye Grab the best of friends, my feathered pen And my weathered face starts crying led again Filling paperbits with make-believes to my concave preachs With an exploring mind that got me testing bonderies ... I'm Lucifer! Pounding atheists to crucifix's From Beelzebub to triple-six, my styles are numerous Eve's desire breathing fire, your personal Antichrist That'll make you sacrafice your afterlife for brief enlightment Doomsdays earthquakes, fiery skies and hurricanes That you think'll disappear if your pray and grab your churchbench Or close the curtains, I won't leave the face of the planet Till I get my dick sucked from a chick with a mouthfull of Bourbon I don't reply to disses laid by half-assed techno-bitches There's a reason why I joined after you left ML twighead You do the aftermath.. Fuck Kalix crew, overrated average cats I'll have you counting days till death like death-row almanacs But until then, I'll keep in touch... still!