[Verse 1]
Trap house steeple, floor soaked red
Crack smoke halos over tweakers givin’ head
She pray on her knees with a spike in her spine
P***y out, whisperin’ “take what’s mine”
Got dope in her a*s and a blade in her lip
She came for God, but she left with dick
Sliced her tit while she squirted grace
Wrote “amen” in c*m on her rotted face
I preach through moans, baptize with bone
Every bitch here die just to feel my throne
Tongues flick fire while the d**d get fed
She suck me off with a noose ‘round her head
It’s a g******g hymn in a methstorm fog
Where the choirgirls twerk on a bloated dog
Her spine snapped mid-orgasm chant—
Still begged me to finish, said “make me a saint”
[Chorus]
Holy rot, body like prayer
F**k ‘em ‘til they twitch, leave ‘em floatin’ in air
Holy rot, b***d in the sound
Where the sacred hoes get piped to the ground
Holy rot, dope in her gut
She die with my dick still deep in her s**t
Holy rot, cult-built grime
She moans in tongues while the trap keeps time
[Verse 2]
They OD in waves, moanin’ my creed
Eyes roll back while they leak and bleed
One bitch swallowed glass just to feel me c*m
Said “hurt me, Daddy, I’m ready to become”
The walls got faces, the air got teeth
And the floor’s all squish from the rot beneath
She gave me her soul in a piss-soaked sock
Then took five cocks like a sacrament shock
She shake, she quake, she break in three—
Now her hole’s the church and I hold the key
I lit a blunt off a c****e’s eye
Then nutted in a chalice while the preacher cried
Ten more sluts chant slow in heat
While they scissor on a c****e to the 808 b**t
She grin with dope drippin’ down her nose
And screamed “Burlap’s comin’—open up the holes!”
[Chorus]
Holy rot, body like prayer
F**k ‘em ‘til they twitch, leave ‘em floatin’ in air
Holy rot, b***d in the sound
Where the sacred hoes get piped to the ground
Holy rot, dope in her gut
She die with my dick still deep in her s**t
Holy rot, cult-built grime
She moans in tongues while the trap keeps time
[Bridge]
I fucked her into visions—
Angels cryin’, demons kissin’
Her womb grew fangs, her eyes grew mouths
And she sang while I nutted in the haunted south
The ground cracked open, the stars bled ash
She bit my neck while her ribs collapsed
And in her ruin, I saw the light—
A w***e’s redemption through unholy fright
[Outro]
So bow low, s**t, let the sacred drip
C*m’s the gospel, and pain’s the script
In the chapel of rot where the junkies m**n—
You only feel God when the pipe is blown.