Yes, Mistress

If I die tonight I'm a take some witches with me Couple pentagrams crucifix plenty You witnessing the wrath of a demented poet soak me Baphomet sicker than the Masons in pastry dishes I'm vicious the wickedest wiccan of the west You suspicious the slickest scum of the nest If I ride tonight I'm totting spears and blood tears Couple spirits gleaming the hindsight of your deepest fears You is a victim of the blood bath the most savory blood bathory appalled by my spill in Her tub Like rub a dub dub The vamps in the club Grotesque with the pen The sickest and then rub the lotion on skin On her skin On her skin she gets it again like a ring worm but a ring of fire burns through your home The hex placed you can never be lifted a wiccans force is something to see She says it in three Let's do it again Lets do it again I will never die Get used to me Riding on my enemies Get down on your knees Bow down to the queen Get down on your knees I summon in threes I'm twisted Regurgitate Yes mistress Place an emphasis Your highness the flyest Queen of mischief My simp is a witness he's a gimp for my witches Coven got a hold on me And all the sickest Red candles cast the circle Lay them in the middle tell a Riddle Then sin we bleed on the middle men The Cinnamon tossed in your eyes like a voodoo then real it in Conceal the pen you are mine don't fight it You are to serve you deserve nothing I am who you worship You have no purpose I am the catalyst for destruction This is a revolution Reveal the pain That lies inside The darkness in can no longer hide I won't let you die Before you find The real you it is Your time Yes mistress Worship me work for me Show me you'll do everything Feed upon me Bleed for me Show me that I am your queen