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LaVey

Anton Szandor LaVey (born Howard Stanton Levey; April 11, 1930 – October 29, 1997) was an American author, musician, and Satanist. He was the founder of the Church of Satan and the religion of Satanism. He authored several books, including The Satanic Bible, The Satanic Rituals, The Satanic Witch, The Devil's Notebook, and Satan Speaks! In addition, he released three albums, including The Satanic Mass, Satan Takes a Holiday, and Strange Music. He played a minor on-screen role and served as technical advisor for the 1975 film The Devil's Rain and served as host and narrator for Nick Bougas' 1989 mondo film Death Scenes.LaVey was the subject of numerous articles in news media throughout the world, including popular magazines such as Look, McCall's, Newsweek, an… more »

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Yah yah
Yuh yuh
Why you so ill off the chill pill
Yuh
Yuh yuh
Vey
Uhh

Why you so muhh' fucking ill off the chill pill
Bitch I caught you sucking dick up on the hill hill
I ain't got no fucking heart so I feel still
But I bite into my arm so it feel real
Life done fucked me wrong, it fucked me nice
But now it ride my dick, I kick the bitch
Strife done wrote this song, along I go
But now I'm sick as shit, I trip the ditch

Wishy-washy muhh fucka fumbling the ball, uh
Wait when I call, great when I ball
Hey, wait, James Harden with it bitch, free throw
While you stuck up in the gutter, muhh fucka we grow
Taking you back on some classic rap shit
I ain't got to rap fast to pass you up quick
These bastards irrational, pastor wit this
Gon' catch me out back the Catholic Church, lit
Uh, I had sex in a manger when I was 13
That's not a joke, hoe, the cult absorbed me
Many folks they hope to choke me up
Posted tote, reload, scared to pump these
Yes that's a GZA quote, I'm the best, this the pinnacle
F*ck the rest, y'all ridiculous, feigning for me a pick me up
Industry standards isn't a thing I'm interested in
And I swim, I swim, and I swim
In a better future, amen

When I'm in my head, I get fed up quick
Opp talk a lot of shit and the feds suck dick, I
Take it to a level, pressing up on it, uh
Put the pedal to the metal, then you can't f*ck wit
Me, can't you see that I can bank on it
Why these muhh fuckas try'na bang so quick
Tuck it away, getting paid for this fuego shit
Breaking away everyday from that age old shit

Why you so muhh fucking ill off the chill pill
Bitch I caught you sucking dick up on the hill hill
I ain't got no fucking heart so I feel still
But I bite into my arm so it feel real
Life done fucked me wrong, it fucked me nice
But now it ride my dick, I kick the bitch
Strife done wrote this song, along I go
But now I'm sick as shit, I trip the ditch

I'm on my mother fucking way up
Can't see me flying, you tryna break up
The foundation, racing, played up
Made up, every mother fucking thing
Andale, by the way, I do not play cuz
I'm ready for this shit and I'm finna go make a flip
Not a zip, but I'm flipping my shit upside down
Try'na frown less often, not gonna end up in coffin
Not yet, taking advice from a vet
Leave me hella wet
From that knowledge water, f*ck a bet, show me it
Poppin collars make me fret
Don't know if I can handle that
Like a jet, got my turbo set
Regardless of check, check mate
Let me level it, it never too late
Pulled the lever, now I'm better
Take myself on dinner date
Renovate
Clear the shit up off my plate
Hey, run it back a second, what I say
Hey, listen with intent, never too late
Say and do what you want to, don't test yo fate, bae
Rolling like a muhh' fuckin school bus tire
Taking you to school, I'm a fool on fire
Riding on the wave, like a pair of gliders
Gripping up on the game like a new pair of pliers
Obsessed with the fire, that my desire
I'm killing it
Feel it in my bones, never alone with this clique I'm with
Shit was getting serious, had to f*ck around flip the switch
Try'na talk about some shit other than me fucking yo bitch

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