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*slice*
GShh... Ahhhh fuck!
What was that for?
*silence*
You are now a part... of a greater power..

MYSTERY
BABYLON THE GREAT
THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS
AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH
Ohhhhh
Whore of babylon, they ask why you're this way
Don't you get tired, each and every day
Evil deed's you daemon, say that shit's not worth pay
My fallen angel, with what grace who's to say
Ya,yaya
Fuck, do what you do and get paid for each lay
Sayin'
You are so nihil, now give up your sacraments
An
Please be mine honey, money don't make you so adamant
Ohhhhh
Self-denial is the shining sore
On the leprous body of christianity
Actin like sucka's won't be a bore
Grasping on to their virginity
Thinkin when u turn thirty it'll all be relieved
Yah
Myth is a religion
which no one longer believes!
Ohhhhh
Whore of babylon, they ask why you're this way
Don't you get tired, each and every day
Evil deed's you daemon, say that shit's not worth pay
My fallen angel, with what grace who's to say
Ya,yaya
Girl, get your eyes fucked straight you ain't look okay
Ya,yaya
I got cash lady and maybe urges for you to supress
Because you're
Paid to get made baby so why dont you get to gettin' undressed
Ohhhhh
Mmmm.. hello there good sir..
Want to go for a ride?
*whips crack* *horses neigh*
*slice*   GShh... Ahhhh fuck!   What was that for?   *silence*   You are now a part... of a greater power..      MYSTERY   BABYLON THE GREAT    THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS   AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH   Ohhhhh   Whore of babylon, they ask why you're this way   Don't you get tired, each and every day   Evil deed's you daemon, say that shit's not worth pay   My fallen angel, with what grace who's to say   Ya,yaya   Fuck, do what you do and get paid for each lay   Sayin'   You are so nihil, now give up your sacraments   An   Please be mine honey, money don't make you so adamant   Ohhhhh   Self-denial is the shining sore   On the leprous body of christianity   Actin like sucka's won't be a bore   Grasping on to their virginity   Thinkin when u turn thirty it'll all be relieved   Yah   Myth is a religion   which no one longer believes!   Ohhhhh   Whore of babylon, they ask why you're this way   Don't you get tired, each and every day   Evil deed's you daemon, say that shit's not worth pay   My fallen angel, with what grace who's to say   Ya,yaya   Girl, get your eyes fucked straight you ain't look okay   Ya,yaya   I got cash lady and maybe urges for you to supress   Because you're   Paid to get made baby so why dont you get to gettin' undressed   Ohhhhh   Mmmm.. hello there good sir..   Want to go for a ride?   *whips crack* *horses neigh*