Teach me how to Satan Teach me, teach me how to Satan (x3) I know the Devil loves me know, know the Devil loves me
First off, throw your devil horns up (yeah) Fist pump like you're bumpin' hard rock Two-step 'till you poke their eyes out and leave the whole crowd in a state of shock Sag your pants till you waddle like a penguin, then light the candles for the late great Satan You'll be right here in this room But to summon the Dark Lord, there's a couple of things you gotta do
Step one: Write the ritual down and make sure it's right then masturbate 'till the stroke of midnight Step two: Make a circle in your temple to stand in but make sure it consists of kitty litter or cat shit Step three: Up next is the invocation Gotta yell it like a Flintstone Yabadaba-Satan! You might feel a tingle or some power But Satan's stuck in traffic He'll be up in about an hour
Wait...did you hear that? You thought it was contact, but turns out you farted Just be patient, continue to wait and drink wine then proceed to get white boy-retarded A true believer on a mission If you're down with the Devil Then you can't be christian And when you summon him you can't be rude so make sure you're pumpin' Slayer from your laptop on Youtube And if your fingernails ain't black The Dark Lord will pay a visit to your head with his nut-sack Teabagged from the Devil himself And you won't even see it coming cus the Devil is stealth So if you ain't rockin' goth clothes or drinkin' whiskey at rock shows in the pit throwin' elbows Then the Devil just ain't for you But if you still wanna meet'em there's a dance that you can do
Now it's time for the final step You must say the secret word and that word is "flarndip" Man, that's a Coneheads reference The Devil digs comedy gets his choice in preference And don't forget to sign the contract and read the small print 'cus you're entering into a pact And make sure that your pentagrams are blingin' and you're rockin' them '80's style sequins Here he comes, are you ready for this? When he appears offer up a glass of room-temp ram's piss Turn up, get crunk with the Devil Dance like mongrel your short bus special(?) I hope you see the potential You started off as a bread crumb and now you're a pretzel And if you ain't, then he ain't for you But if you still wanna party there's a dance that you can do
Yeah! Sicktanick SKR, the mix-tape a shout-out to my boys at Brokencyde What up?!
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