Burn your Bible bitch
This the devils night
Woke up in the woods
I'm surrounded by a coven
Naked bitches soaked in blood
Tribal chants I can't feel nothin
They singin
Sacrifice your flesh
Do not second guess
Fed me from they mouth
Let me drink from skulls
Read me sacred text
This is home
The fire rage
We are not alone
Human bones
A crooked throne
With a hole below
The devil rose and gave me his
Condolences
The death of God has made him
Woeful in the sulfur pit
No more souls to win
His tears created writing in the earth
Words I cannot speak
Words I can't unearth
Wisdom hidden by the church
Before I blink he's gone
Left or right shit feels so wrong
Witches weeping to this song
The baphomet begin to moan
Burn your Bible bitch
This the devils night
Dancin in the moonlight
Skin is too tight
Baby ask me if the mood right
Whiskey sippin all night alright
Creepy Nigga blessin all types
Black yellow brown white
Drown in pussy I'm hype
Snortin while I typewrite
This a love song
The second comin
Might be dead wrong
We ain't here alone
Practice again and again
Livin ain't nothin but sin
Never been tryin to win
Creep in the dark with a grin
Grippin a gun in my hand
Spillin blood over the land
Prayin for death in advance
I never had any chance
Pretty bitch takin my hand
Strip while I'm watchin her dance
Clownin and killin her man
Sinnin and winnin the plan
Steve-O Creep - Devils Night Lyrics
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Burn your Bible bitch
This the devils night
Woke up in the woods
I'm surrounded by a coven
Naked bitches soaked in blood
Tribal chants I can't feel nothin
They singin
Sacrifice your flesh
Do not second guess
Fed me from they mouth
Let me drink from skulls
Read me sacred text
This is home
The fire rage
We are not alone
Human bones
A crooked throne
With a hole below
The devil rose and gave me his
Condolences
The death of God has made him
Woeful in the sulfur pit
No more souls to win
His tears created writing in the earth
Words I cannot speak
Words I can't unearth
Wisdom hidden by the church
Before I blink he's gone
Left or right shit feels so wrong
Witches weeping to this song
The baphomet begin to moan
Burn your Bible bitch
This the devils night
Dancin in the moonlight
Skin is too tight
Baby ask me if the mood right
Whiskey sippin all night alright
Creepy Nigga blessin all types
Black yellow brown white
Drown in pussy I'm hype
Snortin while I typewrite
This a love song
The second comin
Might be dead wrong
We ain't here alone
Practice again and again
Livin ain't nothin but sin
Never been tryin to win
Creep in the dark with a grin
Grippin a gun in my hand
Spillin blood over the land
Prayin for death in advance
I never had any chance
Pretty bitch takin my hand
Strip while I'm watchin her dance
Clownin and killin her man
Sinnin and winnin the plan
This the devils night
Woke up in the woods
I'm surrounded by a coven
Naked bitches soaked in blood
Tribal chants I can't feel nothin
They singin
Sacrifice your flesh
Do not second guess
Fed me from they mouth
Let me drink from skulls
Read me sacred text
This is home
The fire rage
We are not alone
Human bones
A crooked throne
With a hole below
The devil rose and gave me his
Condolences
The death of God has made him
Woeful in the sulfur pit
No more souls to win
His tears created writing in the earth
Words I cannot speak
Words I can't unearth
Wisdom hidden by the church
Before I blink he's gone
Left or right shit feels so wrong
Witches weeping to this song
The baphomet begin to moan
Burn your Bible bitch
This the devils night
Dancin in the moonlight
Skin is too tight
Baby ask me if the mood right
Whiskey sippin all night alright
Creepy Nigga blessin all types
Black yellow brown white
Drown in pussy I'm hype
Snortin while I typewrite
This a love song
The second comin
Might be dead wrong
We ain't here alone
Practice again and again
Livin ain't nothin but sin
Never been tryin to win
Creep in the dark with a grin
Grippin a gun in my hand
Spillin blood over the land
Prayin for death in advance
I never had any chance
Pretty bitch takin my hand
Strip while I'm watchin her dance
Clownin and killin her man
Sinnin and winnin the plan
Writer: Steven Reese
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