Black Mass Belial

***[intro only on the J23 Freak Power Records compilation]
(“Oh, Jesus!” he moaned. “Did you see what God just did to us?” “God didn’t do that!” I shouted. “You did it. You’re a narcotics agent!” “You better be careful” he said. And suddenly he was waving a black .357 magnum at me. One of those snubnosed Colt Python with the beveled cylinder. “Plenty of vultures out
Here,” he said. “They’ll pick your bones clean before morning.”) [excerpt from Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson]

You got bars that deadlift
I bet this shit will rip my own faucet
He's headless when me and this Wesson get into talking
Sending the hawks in
These punches will dent in his forehead
Fuck around I go in the shed, getting the saw
His fam wept when they saw him
At his funeral was just his head in a coffin
A coffin measured for small kids
I'm 730, patient bracelet, medical caution
Fuck meds I went off it
Schizo, I run a train on your girl's body while the head wasn't on it
Serial rapist, you and your girl's friends that's just talking
Threaten and talk shit
Go ahead I love when it's tension and awkward
After battles I take head's as collectibles and sell 'em at auctions
You get spread out, put a hole in his head like a dolphin
Hung, dissected and tortured
I grind a graveyard shift
I'm a smaller ape, but this eight will make gorillas take chains off wrists
Wait, I take chains off after they off stiff
You get robbed for your ice, haze or bricks
That's why I wore a hockey mask so I could skate off quick
I'll cut your face off, pick up your face off, and put your face on him
Upside down so now he can see out of his mouth hole
Cause you all sound clone
I want to fire bomb every city with all these factories pumping out clones
I'll smoke an ounce whole and kill your family
Move in the household and live with all of the corpses while they still out cold