Holy rot

[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.