Soldiers

My Bitch, Hell, has been pacing back and forth like she’s going into heat
She’s been growling at the Motherfucker like she needs some fucking meat
But her pussy isn’t swollen, I’m thinking about fucking paws or feet
What’s the difference four fucking stilettos or each paw wearing cleats

You better clue a motherfucker in Bitch, I need to be down with the scheme
You don’t want shit to go wrong and get yourself fucked like in a dream
I’m talking eyes rolled, mouth opened, tongue hanging and all four paws pent back
Muzzle to fucking muzzle, licking and biting, as that pussy gets packed

But it’s not the dick, shit my Bitch doesn’t even want to get blunted
She’s whining at the doors and windows as if being confronted
A look out of the window showed the four horsemen mounted outside
Bitches rolling through my fucking hood and thinking I’m going to let that shit slide

The seals have been broken and shit is jumping off in here
The white and red stallions are leading with the black and pale pulling up the rear
Hell is licking her chops, shit my Bitch is ready to go outside
But I think that I had better let Mentality and Cerberus take this fucking ride

Face to face sharing the darkness, staring into each other’s eyes
Reality shifts as the gates open, The Hound Of Hell and Mentality rise
Cerberus with all three heads growling at nothing or so it may seem
He is waiting for the battle cry from Mentality, The fucking Demon Supreme

Walls started dissolving as bricks separated and floated away
Armed with a twelve with a pistol grip, I picked up my sword Harpe
The white stallion carried war, so Cerberus met his ass on the battlefield
A wanna be Antichrist being ripped apart by three mouths full of raging steel

The red stallion charged mounted on him rode pestilence
He took two blast to his chest trying to come to the Antichrist’s defense
Motherfucker started coughing up viruses and sitting out plagues
I gave him a foot in the ass just before removing  his fucking head

Both Cerberus and myself covered ectoplasm that felt like hate
Who would get Famine and who would get Death became our debate
But paper covers rock and I watched Cerberus kill Famine  a million fucking times
As Death and Mentality dug a grave and jumped in to continue this grind

The black stallion tried to help Famine, and Cerberus took out his fucking throat
Mentality the fucking demon was battling as controlled by a remote
Pale horse extinguished, Harpe dammed near cut his ass in half
Mentality and Cerberus joined forces turn Death Valley in to a path

A grave into no more than a ditch or maybe a good sized rut
Giving death and famine all that they could handle, teaching them to back the fuck up
Back down into the grave where the gates of hell opened behind their backs
But the battle was unfinished so we left the gates open just a crack