Satanic Rappers - Tom MacDonald
I swear these artists worship the Devil
You see the symbols in they videos, it's not accidental
They sold their souls to be famous, it's not a debt they can settle
Just check the lyrics, you can hear it on every instrumental
These award shows aren't about the music or visuals
They're designed to be identical to satanic rituals
You buy tickets to concerts, you not aware they're performin'
Black Mass and the fans are part of the ceremony
The industry been infected, Illuminati agendas
Communicate with the youth, usin' messages in our records
It's all black magic, wanna hear the Devil? Play the track backwards
This is facts, witchcraft in our rap albums
Celebrities have clearly been cursed
Research the conspiracy first
It's so obvious they're tauntin' us with Lil Uzi Vert
Say it slow, sound it out: Lil Lucifer
There's devils around me, GOATs on they mantles
I walk through the valley, they follow in shadows
Nothin' can scare me, if I get buried
Angels will pick up the torch that I carried
They cannot have me, I'd rather see gallows
Look at the logos of major labels, they all been designed
To imitate pentagrams or the all-seeing eye
And their artists are constantly killed and losin' their lives
You know that sacrificin' people's how the Devil survives
They say that music can heal you, but the rhymes are like cancer
Cover one eye, make a triangle, it's satanic sign language
The label executives practice Satan's religion
And every album gets blessed 'cause it's a sacred tradition
There's a spirit in the lyrics, the song has a hidden meanin'
Make the crowd sing all the words, and they can summon a demon
You don't wanna believe that your favourite artist is evil
But he was young once too, and fame was something he needed
He sold his soul for a dollar, the label had what he wanted
They use his songs for their sermons, they make him look like a prophet
And there's always two sides, where there's Hell, there's a Heaven
And music can be beautiful or have an agenda
There's devils around me, GOATs on they mantles
I walk through the valley, they follow in shadows
Nothin' can scare me, if I get buried
Angels will pick up the torch that I carried
They cannot have me, I'd rather see gallows
Dear God, gimme your strength and gimme your wisdom
Hold the demons back and keep the Devil out of distance
It's been a while since I was in a church or been a Christian
But I'm prayin' all the time, and I know that you still listen
The industry is evil, Satan infiltrates the business
These artists think it's cool, please forgive 'em
They know not what they're doing to the fans that they're convincing
Let my music be the exorcism
There's devils around me, GOATs on they mantles
I walk through the valley, they follow in shadows
Nothin' can scare me, if I get buried
Angels will pick up the torch that I carried
They cannot have me, I'd rather see gallows
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