I am a Black Rose

Been a black Rose since I was born, ripped and torn from my happy home in hell. My wings are black and smokin. I am your dirty angel, kiss the devil if you care.

I am a rock-n-roll vampire, feed me. I am a black rose, kiss the devil if you care, feed me if you dare. I am a rock-n-roll vampire, I am a black rose.

I got lines and licks deep as the muddy waters of the Ohio. I got a direct line to my Goddess, Rock-n-Roll. I am a black rose, kiss the devil if you care. I am a rock-n-roll vampire, feed me if you dare, I am a black rose.

Set My Church On This Rock

I set my church on this rock.

Throw your hands in the air, praise rock-n-roll. I'm your High Wicced Reverend of rock-n-roll, follow me, I'll lead you the promised land. I sit my church on this rock.

Let me hear you scream, praise rock-n-roll, feel the spirit, good Goddess, praise rock-n-roll.

I set my church, I set my church on this rock.

Just Rock Bitch

Good Lordess have mercy.

I've jacked around and stumbled through lookin for a handle, I 
thought I lost, but rock-n-roll never left me. Now I can hear the
angels scream, just rock, bitch.

Let them suck your smoke, plug in, turn it up and ear fuck em
insane. the Goddess told me, just rock, bitch. Satan agrees and
the demons are screamin, just rock, bitch.

Just rock, bitch, just rock, bitch, go to hell and burn heaven to the ground. Just Rock, bitch.

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Magic In My Hands

Preacher man asked me why I'm wicced, a wise gal on the mountain asked me why I was wicced, this is what I said.
I cain't be Lightning, I cain't be Howlin', but I sure got the 
magic in my hands.

40 gals loved me, 40 guys cursed me, the Goddess said, Sarah,
you sure are a bad girl, you sure are as wiced as they come, but
I sure got the magic in my hands.

Pretty babe, come, I ain't aimin to hhurt ya, I just wanna rock ya. 
I ain't no Muddy,I'm not from Mississippi, but I sure got the
magic in my hands.

Lyrical Serial Killer

I'm a lyrical serial killer, writers FBI most wanted, fully loaded, wicced and dangerous, axe cross my chest, I'm just a lyrical serial killer. Poetically insane, word crazy, I'm a lyrical serial killer.

The main stream don't want me and the underground don't know what to do with me. Super literature psychotic, end of page, one more ghost in a cage, every waking moment spent in a word rage. I'm a lyrical serial killer, stay off my stage, cause you cain't handle it. 5'2" powder keg, song brutal, take your ears hostage and blow your mind. So you better just back the fuck up off me. Don't bother ducking, I got a literature AK47, never ending supply of word bullets. I don't come out shooting cause my finger never lets up off the trigger. I'm a lyrical serial killer.

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