Spex - A conscripts conscious I spit at your face With the breath of a dragon and fire of Phoenix Till my death is applied and earthly time is depleted It's deadmeat, a dead beat, rhymes are deleted So let me bring the red heat back to the feeble 'Cause I'm Lucifer! Pounding atheists to crucifix's From Beelzebub to triple-six, son, my styles are numerous Eve's desire breathing fire, your personal Antichrist That'll make you sacrafice your afterlife for brief enlightment So, weather you're seeking the light or already found it It's live from the moshpit I'm blurtin' a conscripts conscious Transponding, sending the signal over numbers of bottles Having too much fun with sunbeams and drumbeats With my ignorance headphones my music speaks country From Cash to Robbins, I'm feeling down tonight, not even thirsty A shittake evening, started with a living birthday Man I gotta' sleep I'll holla back in a week For spellin' out loud, I can't speak... scream