Fabric of Sin

The shadow of death; the United States,
Whitey's going psycho like Norman Bates.

Whitey capitalizes off idle sport and boredom,
Nations of the Earth became corrupt filthy whoredoms.

Satan set up shop disguised as a florist,
With secret council, he met in the forest.

Satan had let the cat-out-the-bag,
Then he pulled his gat-out-the-bag,
Satan was happy, he sat-out-the-bag,
Satan is wicked, he spat-at-the-fag.

America the great is the devil's habitation,
Towards all that is wicked, whitey has gravitation.

America is filled with witchcraft and voo-doo,
Whitey will feed you sausage made from doo-doo.

Whitey puts pork in all of his puddies,
Satan and Iblis are soul butt-buddies.

© 2000 Aquil Aziz