Into drugs
At eleven years of age
Town of Northport
Ricky's head all in a rage
Deny authority
Drugs worsen everyday
Using pot to selling meth
Stepped where demons play
Once in a bookshop
Wired on L
One book seemed alive
Reaching on the shelf, saw his future
Relaxing in his hands
Ricky's eyes widened
As he saw the title
Satanic Spells, Book of the Dead
Now was time
For first incantation
Pentagram, cats skull
Satanic reputation
Hanging out at Midway
Possessed and full of hate
Offered Christ, spit in His face
Ricky sealed his fate
Out on the streets
And out on his town
Here sits the acid king
Upon his paper throne
A line was crossed
Gary stole some meth
No one steals from the acid king!
He muttered under his breath

Aztakea woods
The acid kings holds court
He screamed blasphemies
As the knife met Gary's throat
Say you love Satan!
Ricky uttered for reply
No, I love my mother!
Gary cried as he died
Bragging to his friends
On what he'd done
Evil shows true colors
Busted murder one
Satan is no future
Usurper is dethroned
Hanged himself in a prison cell
This Judas met his end