Black Mass

(Verse 1: Stitch Mouth)
It's a funeral for God, welcome to the black mass
Desecrating God's temple with broken shards of stained glass
Self mutilation rituals performed by individuals
Wearing dead goat heads etching penticals
Into your palms writing psalms on the walls with shit
Pulled from infant's entrails and Smeared on tits
Convents of Satanic Witches tripping on LSD
Covered in human feces having orgies
Offering virgins to the baphomet
Drink the wine, murder all divine, place their genitals on the shrine
Sip from the silver chalice, sacreficial goat piss
Tilt your head back, take a swallow, open up and hiss
Callin' out the serpent to arise from hell's depths
To attend the closed casket and pay his disrespects
Over the PA blasting Christ, raping, black metal
Light a candle for the sinners give their praise to the devil

(Chorus)
Funeral for God
The black mass
Welcome to the funeral for God
Welcome to the black mass

Celebrating sacreligious suicide in goats blood
Acid rain is falling down and Christians get their throats cut
Bloody baptism's and aneurysm's with cocaine
Another one dropped off the train, damn you should have seen his brains
Black magic rituals, mixing blood with alcohol
Holy moshpits in the church, "God is dead" wrote on the wall
Pentagrams and Ouija boards, devilish bitches getting crunk
Pass around the collection plate so everyone can give a fuck
Fire's falling from the sky, all the angels soon will die
Black, black level five, hallelujah God resigned
Bow your heads and pray to Satan, better yet don't pray at all
Treat this like "Headbanger's Ball" shake your brains out through your skull
Manifest is anarchy, for your savior is a war
Jesus christ abandoned you and left you with his filthy whores
Fuck 'em all and take 'em down with every last assault
All hail Ungod the leader of your new occult

(Chorus)
Funeral for God
The black mass
Welcome to the funeral for God
Welcome to the black mass

(Verse 3: Kreepy X)
I give a fuck about a funeral
I'd just as soon let the muthafucka hang and dangle
There ain't no praying to God, and I prescbibe
The antidote for everyone to keep him from staying alive
Where them Christians at, come see your father
Bleeding from the holes in his wrist, the Stigmata
Don't bother trying to fight, I got your whole village damned
With pentagrams in your face, virgin bitches getting raped
Right in your face, inverted cross embedded
Slaughter all the children and nuns get beheaded
Regret it? I'd never. I'm fuckin with black magic
I'll dip you in boiling water, you're burning, i'll laugh at it
I've had enough of religious bitches, i'm callin' it quits
And I know who got my back, KGP and my homie Stitch
Biblcal tongues, we speak with it, so make way
All hail Kreepy X, black mass, father's day

(Chorus)
Funeral for God
The black mass
Welcome to the funeral for God
Welcome to the black mass