Methadone My Lady (It’s Free)

You have bowed enough to a man, get up off your knees      
At..at.. what is Hades’ magic word, and it ain’t please      
Until you remember it get back down on all fours until the sun eclipses the moon at ninety degrees      
You came into my realm to seek that ultimate high      
What are you willing to sacrifice besides your worthless life      
     
It's nothing more sickening than a mother who leaves a wild child to the wolves tossed out like trash in the wind      
An undeveloped brain that cannot compute in the real world, drop the act, blue-eyed devil, I will still defend      
Picked up off the street like discarded liter      
Now a washed up druggie, heartless, old and bitter      
You hear those demons still floating in your head      
Do you want the Matrix pill, blue or red      
Your two-edge sword of evil thoughts      
Ignorance when respectfully graced bowed unto, this is the pain you have sought         

A Sire cannot keep that old snatch warm on cold nights      
He left you in the care of this Queen who will suffocate your soul in the rebirth of your failed universal flight      
Don't run to that illuminating light      
You have been found to be in contempt      
You will be Hades’ whore, my demons, your pimp      
     
Welcome to my candy shop      
I have marijuana, cocaine, opiates, heroin, amphetamines, (PCP), benzodiazepines, and barbiturates, wait, you look like an old pro at this, how about a methadone candy lollipop      
Just lick it slow and enjoy      
While my gnomes chew on your toes, like the JuJu doll you are, to them a death treat little nasty toy      
     
Demons play nice, this is known as low vibrations, and we do not want to insult the guest      
The branding of her poisoned skin comes next      
Like all the others, then she becomes, my little pet      
Once that occurs      
Then her ashes told from her birth by the phases of the moon, shall be observed      
I make my own rules, my manifestations      
Unto you, no escape these are hellish incantations      
     
You asked and destiny is now giving      
This is your life, mirrors draped, as to how you are living      
There is order in the spheres of Heaven and Hell      
You have tipped the balance and have become the reflection of your own wicked faltering casting spell      
No retreat no surrender      
By my blood droplets ordained from the Bokor, your blood spilled as its contender