Death Eaters

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Bukshot

Bukshot is a musical artist who is known for his work in the hip-hop genre. He has released several albums and is recognized for his gritty and intense lyrical style. more »

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Amen, amen, amen but when the lights go out
Call on your father figure
Pray that God can save you
From the Death Eaters amen, amen, amen
No face all black the soul stealers
Pray that God can save you
From the Death Eaters

Death seeps from beneath the steeple, uh
Say amen then goodbye to your people
The curse of the smoke gods
Encircle your whole squad
A spell that you can’t dodge brascabulaya
Death Eater the chest beater the head chiefer
Killing pussies go ahead and tell PETA
The hell breather take a look
Inside my head cheeker i have dreams of you
Breastfeeding a dead fetus
Raped by a heathenous coalition of red demons
Chased down an alley with nothing
Left in your chest screaming
Broken like a figurine spinning
In a music box
Hell descends upon the night and now
You hear the music stop
Jaw snapping and hissing is all
You hearin' as you fall into a spiral of
Sickness you drawing near
And now you finally pull the curtain
Back and see the puppeteers
Lo Key, Bukshot, Alla Xul the Death Eaters

Death is knocking like special delivery
Men and women too bitch
There ain’t no chivalry
Lay you on your back flat like a Serta
Netflix this is how you make a murder
Savage in the ring, Undertaker
Show no mercy when I
Strike like mother nature
Mentality and actions of a shadow lord
Sith knight evil wizard call me Voldemort
Wand in my hand who should fall?
Power and the strength one ring
To rule 'em all
F*ck your champion I’m the dark horse
Casting evil spells that I
Learned at Hogwarts
Narcissist egomaniac never underestimate
A sociopath
Sitting on my throne like a dark king
Quick to stab you in the back like Starscream

Amen, amen, amen but when the lights go out
Call on your father figure
Pray that God can save you
From the Death Eaters amen, amen, amen
No face all black the soul stealers
Pray that God can save you
From the Death Eaters

I’m broken beyond repair
Stare at the sky and I wonder if God is there
If he is he’ll probably save you right? Psych
I swear I’m higher than the
Gods that you pray to
No thank yous are needed or expected
I’ve been dealing with these
Demons since inception
Left an impression on those
Who need direction
And weak of a deep depression
Claim the undergrounds dead
You 'bout to peep the resurrection
Voices commanding me, how can it be
Using human flesh for a canopy dammit see
God probably more than likely abandoned me
My life spent nightly trying to fight the
Insanity Disconnected from the real world
I sit and live in my shell
By myself every night I burn bright
In this pit of hell
That manifested with these rhymes I
Write to contain the blaze
Constantly complain but I’m never gonna
Change my ways just pray

Just pray just pray
Just pray just pray

Bitch get back
Peep this wizardry and witchcraft
Leaving this bitch whiplashed screaming to
Get a skin graft
Soon as I conjure enough cash
For the next six pack
It’s your family’s heads gift
Wrapped in fuckin dishrags whoa
Warn the villages this isn’t superstition
Satanism more Wiccan dark
Practices hidden unwritten
But they all know the words
Bear witness to the
Mark you in the house of the dark lords
Breaking weed up on a book of spells
While the Xuligan army destroys the
Walls of your citadel
I eat death breath life
Into each individual mark
That we grip tight into the afterlife
Light the candles
Place the knife to the sacrifice
Death Eaters evil's eating human
Lives that’s my appetite the candles
Place the knife to the sacrifice
Death Eaters evils eating human
Lives that’s my appetite

Amen, amen, amen but when the lights go out
Call on your father figure
Pray that God can save you
From the Death Eaters amen, amen, amen
No face all black the soul stealers
Pray that God can save you
From the Death Eaters

Illuminati casket tell the dead know
What I’m talking 'bout
Dig up a body smoke the flesh
Now I got coffin mouth
Third degree 33 there’s no levels left
Sit on my throne skull of
Bones devil equals death
We amassed a mass call it a cult I suppose
Flock of killers in black a murder of crows
Lullabies and loneliness Satan
Playing heartstrings
Unholy pope Asmodeus mark of
Beast dark priest (dark priest)
Just a skeleton this skin my uniform
The reaper grim I am him in human form
Life dies so does love passions rust
As I sip from cups full of ashes and dust
I am forever a never-ending story
And everything that is or was
Will wither before me
I desire to make you die of course
I’m on fire in a Myers
Mask atop a white horse (white horse)

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