Elvis wants to wear red shoes over the blue suede,
get housed if you make the wrong move, checkmate,
Red Ruby's my baby, get the doobie blazing, hey kids, I expect that escape from their treacherous clutches is something that you're keen on,
then get your Love-riddled mean on,
I'm Abraxas and I'm cackling like the mad God that I am
and I'm all hopped up on carrots
pulled outta the sand from the land of Sandoz, a girl, a girl,
Her fan goes up and down,
cool me off Hot Mamma,
school me in the ways of prana manipulation,
I'm Abaddon and now my appetite for destruction is insatiable and
I'm famished,
hey Set, I bet you regret trying to have me banished permanently,
well, We all knew that that wouldn't be,
I stood at the bottom of the sea the exact moment that I got free
and I was briefed on the sitch,
you're way off,
you little bitch,
you aint getting away with this Set,
mine pine wood wouldn't hear of it
for I wear the Crown of Old
and We own all Pyramids
Whittle away with a blade made from the ore mined
at the core of a cave way under the cavern of our home
and the laugher of the Gnome is calling you to stroll
down the yellow brick,
I found the the Feather with
one hell of a spell on it
and you can tell the Magick is old,
yet new petals unfold,
Gold of the Gods
Kali is furious and you'll see,
She's more notorious then Wallace when it comes to spitting the juicy from inside the forbidden halls,
vine covered berry walls of the Palace,
I'm Mary's merry Santa Clause nightcrawling as We hold married
hands and bamf into the dream We dreamed from before you were born, in fact, so much farther before that and in the patch of briar thorns,
our fire burns on the headdress of our Elders, I fell for a hat trick,
We melt off of them into a new one, different but the same,
don't ask how it's done or how your universe came into this rippling orgasm,
you have them, so look into your Mother's eyes of fire, you are Her shuddering thigh,
I'll never walk on by and let the darkness fly anymore,
I'm grounding the fails ,
my scales grind up the millstone so roll up the ill in a bone and pass it to me backwards down the cypher, dog,
aiiight, it's an eye for an eye,
this fight is God to God,
well, more like God to bitch,
I have infinite names yet I always remain anonymous
Whittle away with a blade made from the ore mined
at the core of a cave way under the cavern of our home
and the laugher of the Gnome is calling you to stroll
down the yellow brick,
I found the the Feather with
one hell of a spell on it
and you can tell the Magick is old,
yet new petals unfold,
Gold of the Gods
I wear the crown of Kali,
I'm the Green man,
the one and only son of Sam,
so blow me cause you're way too late and my dancing Gnomes are right on time for their very important date at the meet up,
We discussed the awesomest way to let Set know what's what and to shove this meat up his blubbering twat,
it's way too late for crying,
your time for dying is fixin' to be dope,
here comes the story of the Hurricane, lo and behold,
I've been murdered in my own name so many times by you sickos,
it always tickles a bit,
but it's all part of the plan,
it's show time,
and the tag line is "you're It"
Whittle away with a blade made from the ore mined
at the core of a cave way under the cavern of our home
and the laugher of the Gnome is calling you to stroll
down the yellow brick,
I found the the Feather with
one hell of a spell on it,
it's a Nevidi doozy on E
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