The York Rite

I serve and protect

Came correct

While you're living to scorn

Fuck your blood-money

I'm Damien Thorn

Your little blacksites

Where you launder the shit

X, finna, Stan

Trust a Washington bitch?

Are you crazy?

Your brag and hustle

Backed up with no muscle

Let's tussle

You won't catch that

#I'm too subtle

See, I'm tripping switches

You could never boy me

You sick little bitches

Are starting to annoy me

I am Black

Looking pale

On my fabulous horse

Ingram Yggdrasil

That's "Fuck You" in Old Norse

We'll bring the Six

We'll make our Mark

Alex and Delia

Dancing in the Dark

I'm the river, I'm the run

I'm your mother's delight

I'm your daughter's little smile

At the end of the night

We had a lot of fun

And we're planning a sequel

Of the people

By the people

For the people

I'm cooking dream-meth

For those trying to cheat a seeker

You merchants of death

About to meet the reaper

You got bombs, I got scythes

I just do what I gotta do

My love is a kissed

And I'll kissed-fuck the lot of you

This kissed is electric

Bird on a wire

Twinning the sky

Higher

And Higher

I'm old school Virginia

You're just hitting the bricks

I've been seventeen since '76

Bitch

It shall not perish

From the Earth