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Lucifer’s Jezebel
Tsk..tsk..you weak minded demons never learn
You were the ruler whose fate unto another you tried to discern
Many succubus as yourself will come in His name to hide behind the vile of the false smile
Day by day, I will swarm on your land, without a pass
To covet the ox and the ass
The tongue by punishment so saith the Lord
The batter of Jericho to others reaps chaos in its fourscore
For your thoughts so impure stated to be wicked
Take that lame ass biblical confession and you know where to stick it
Title of a whore, never, did you call your mother that
I am honorable by birthright, while you were on your knees sucking air, yet, trying to provoke a kitty cat
Where redemption is yours to hear in the thunder of my raging sounds
Forward in my arsenal you never anticipated this would go down
Cry on Little Girl who cried wolf, your medication for life has ran out
My feet up your spine, it is what we refer to as, royal clout
The victim you pretend to be, I could care less
These incantations will suit you at best
One thing about choices, thy will shall be done
The time of your mental vulgarity as the moon passes, the slutty vampire will burn under my sun
Your house cursed with a mother's worth
So slothful to sacrifice your seeds with your demon tongue
Until I see justice, then my sword will sever unto my Kingdom has been won
Fucking lunatic
You were the ruler whose fate unto another you tried to discern
Many succubus as yourself will come in His name to hide behind the vile of the false smile
Day by day, I will swarm on your land, without a pass
To covet the ox and the ass
The tongue by punishment so saith the Lord
The batter of Jericho to others reaps chaos in its fourscore
For your thoughts so impure stated to be wicked
Take that lame ass biblical confession and you know where to stick it
Title of a whore, never, did you call your mother that
I am honorable by birthright, while you were on your knees sucking air, yet, trying to provoke a kitty cat
Where redemption is yours to hear in the thunder of my raging sounds
Forward in my arsenal you never anticipated this would go down
Cry on Little Girl who cried wolf, your medication for life has ran out
My feet up your spine, it is what we refer to as, royal clout
The victim you pretend to be, I could care less
These incantations will suit you at best
One thing about choices, thy will shall be done
The time of your mental vulgarity as the moon passes, the slutty vampire will burn under my sun
Your house cursed with a mother's worth
So slothful to sacrifice your seeds with your demon tongue
Until I see justice, then my sword will sever unto my Kingdom has been won
Fucking lunatic
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