[Verse 1: Baker Phonk]
This cult shit will forever reign
These words I spit into your brain
Into your mind and start to claim
Your soul is now what I shall gain
Feel the wrath of my craft, your so-called evil makes me laugh
Take a look into my eyes and you will see this angel's wrath
Just a white boy trying to make it in this game called life
Pussy bitches talk a lot but I know they don't wanna fight
Never slipping, won't take a loss
Devil pimp from Florida swamps
Bust up bitches, learn the game, I'm here to claim, so don't you cross
In my eyes, in my eyes see the madness that's inside
Since a young-ing been neglected, sеaled the pain deep in my mind
Got no love, got no hеart, this hate I felt right from the start
I ain't here to be your friend, came from the pits to spit these bars
Evilness, wickedness, R.I.P Lord Infamous
Never will I let this die, forever I'll spit Devil Shyt
In your honor I will throw these verses up, this biblical
Ceremonies in the dark, in the dungeon's where I roam
Reminiscing on the past and all the bullshit I've been through
Can't forget those tough times and all the dumb shit that I do
This hate I speak is meant for you, I ain't friendly with your kind
You's a coward and a fake, bitch, I can see it in your eyes

[Verse 2: Steezy Ant]
Social fame cost my brothers, now I'm heartless 'til the end
Can't be happy, can't enjoy, never will I pretend
Talking all that fucking shit but you never held a fucking gat
Steezy real, held a tone, busted domes, broke their bones
Steady whipping the cold chrome, had no home
Had no money, you don't know what I've been through
Others turn they coward backs even when they claim we was cool
Did ceremonies in the dark, forever tatted with the mark
Evil mark of the beast and yes, darkness is my main art
Use your blood to paint a portrait like I am Vincent Van Gogh
Busters bark but got no bite, yes, they are talking tough for sure
Start the flow, feeling stronger every time
Smoke the green, blow it, I'm going crazy out my mind
So, you better stay in line, came to put in hella work
And I put in hella time, worship fire, worship flames
Raise the beast of many names, keep it real, fuck the lames
So, fuck you and all your claims
Time is up for playing games
[Verse 3: Da Evilist]
Banging virgin pussy in the middle of a pentagram
Blood stains on my dick, razor blade in hand
Slowly slice across her neck, the seance now commands
Light the torch, call in force, spread evil across the land
Evilist, Evilist, why you so crazy?
Maybe 'cause I was dropped on my head as a baby
Fuck this bitch 'til I hear her last breath
Fuck this bitch 'til I see her eyes meet death
Some say it must be the drugs, maybe life without no hugs
Ain't shit, just love the feel of warm blood
Mystic hits out the bong
Darkness taking over me like the fog
Corpses riding right next to me
Smell the stench of deaths disease
In the hole six feet deep where them demons sleep
Stealing dreams of horrors from evils wicked sheep
Waking from the madness, out the graveyard to the streets