Yeah, Dark God
What up Ralphy
Let's fucking go
Yeah, the Dark God
And the Grimey Street Specialist

Got some cult followers chanting my name in the temple
Blood soaked on the pen made from bones
Threw the peasants some stones
They threw them back
I had to blast them with a chrome
This is a dirty game
And most of these fans is fickle and lame
I carry a sickle and a stain
The occultist
Blood on the altar make the pulse drip

The fates in my visions came to tell me
Which threads I have to snip
Cut some people off
Silence is golden, dark alchemist
In the lab with the potion

In the lab with the Ouroboros
Speaking to the serpent
Sometimes me and Satan playing chess in the dungeon
It's no fun when there's no competition

I'm competing with my own demon
Light out the beacon
One can only see light if there's enough darkness
But that's the old me

I'm a god to these weaklings
Had to switch names to let them know
I reap G's
The Grim Reaper and Grimey Street Specialist

Causing havoc on the beat
The beast, 666
And then a three if you know what I mean
Then you're on my team

I got venom in my teeth
Watching the pendulum as it swings
Waiting for the right time to eat
Fasting all day

And chaos at night
I do Ramadan every day
Don't play
Dark God, uh

Fastin when I'm trappin
Threw my young boy a package
Tried to jack him so I clapped them
Know it's time for action

In the temple with the rations
Don't tempt me
I'm irrational
Kick your door like a sandcastle

Cook you with the heat
No pan and spatula
We out for blood
Oh damn, there's Dracula

They tried to back out
In a all black Acura
But I'm accurate
Seen ya hoe

She an average bitch
Only hoe I need is a whole brick
Ralph and Darkness
Those some cold ass kids

In the dirty water
I'm a go back spin
Thought I was done
But I'm a go back in

Know my name
You should know that then
Write bold with a golden pen
Get one of mine

Then im foldin ten
Alex Hamilton
Seen the damage done
Pull up with the hammer drawn

Big as the Amazon
Unless the camera's on
In the temple with the tempers on
Temptress with the feathers on

Send a message
Make sure I don't get a letter wrong
Beretta sing a better song
Boy I hope your sweaters strong

In the 17th century
Satan was abroad on the earth
And great was the wrath against those monstrous beings
Thirsty for human blood

To whom tradition has given the name of vampyrs
But before putting them to death
Human justice anticipated divine judgment
By burning into the flesh of those damned ones

The brand of Satan