Preach To Demons
Verse 1: [Mack The Ripper]
First things first, I'm a primary source
With a death grip on this binary force
Hold the balance with the might of a horse
A fuckin' titan of war, who speaks of violence of course
Do it for the cats who got some mice in their drawers
(and) put a knife in their core, when their life is ignored
Still, try to reform
From every tragedy, tragic
Happily magic, if you're asking a fascist
All I ever learned was putting cats in their caskets
Asthmatics in plastic wraps with hazardous gases
(But that shit is just a theory)
The reaction of masses, so bury me in gasoline and light a pack of matches

Hook:
Lemme have word witcha' (x4)
I'm at ya loud and clear with no subliminal
(No hidden message just invested in my essence)
I'm at ya loud and clear with no subliminal
(No hidden message just invested in my essence)
Verse 2: [Mack The Ripper]
I'm preachin' to demons, when I'm dreamin' of a deeper meanin'
Seemin like I'm scheme'n this evenin'
But all these fiends and these heathens are even beefin'
Over shit they don't believe in
Leave em in the streets when their seekin' some other beacon but
Still prayin' when they reachin' up to eat enough
They need the love and everything we ever seem to bluff (bluff, bluff)