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antichrist - redzed lyrics

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i rave-up in the grave
b-tch you know what the f-ck is up
fallen angels want to play the dice
i be the devil’s son
bl–dy mary chokin’ on the s-m-n
eat the f-ckin’ c-m
antichrist up in this b-tch
i put the seed right in the c-nt

body bag for the b-tch
get dead, with the st-tch
so fake, cut the sh-t
you say, get a grip
get down on your knees
lay down rest in peace
holly mother knows i’m k!lling sinners
im here for the feast

i was talkin’ to the devil
on a motherf-ckin’ flip phone
pardon me, how jesus going?
motherf-cker’s dead, gone
k!lled that b-tch, his veins stopped flowing
sleeping under gravestone, smoked this b-tch
he gone, and you’ll be callin’ me a big smoke

it’s that nine to yo dome
what you, what you gonna do b-tch (goodbye)
it’s that nine to yo dome
what you, what you gonna do b-tch (goodbye)

yuh, i’m coming with the desert eagle
straight up in yo town
i be creepin’ in the night so you can’t even hear a sound
shoot my pistol pistol, than i put the demons on the ground
i’m so sick of burning churches
so i turn it all around

body bag for the b-tch
get dead, with the st-tch
so fake, cut the sh-t
you say, get a grip
get down on your knees
lay down rest in peace
holly mother knows i’m k!lling sinners
i’m here for the feast

creep in the silence
embrace the violence
don’t call the sirens
wait for your guidance

- redzed lyrics

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