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Warning signs of satanic behavior may be apparent. Such as; A sudden bitterly antagonistic attitude towards family and religion A drastic decline in academic performance A reclusive behavior pattern and listening exclusively to heavy metal rock music almost to the point of addiction When one or more of these warning signs are evident, you should look further for ritiual items such as a pentogram or other satanic symbols, black or red rose, a decorative dagger or knife, a chalice or goblet, black candles, a personal diary with a black cover which is called a book of shadows, and copies of publications, such as The satanic bible and the satanic rituals, and possibly, a small make-shift alter If you discover items such as these, experts advise that you contact your local law enforcement agency at once [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] This is Boxcutter business, this is blade in the hand I’m pulling rank on you motherfuckers – chain of command Its Moroccan fans acki, this is granules of sand This is made of pure linen, this is ancient Iran Know the dime sign, Quasimodo and shit The magazine empty out, I’m reloading the shit It was no fair, I was tryna live in the now Mama scared, I ain’t go into her crib in a while This the master builder, this the jamisaki Have a bunch of hitters clap you from the Kawasaki Ebooki give his footage to Deez That’s what happen when you can’t see the wood for the trees A couple rounds popped into his visage How can an unpolished mirror reflect an image? It’s always motion, action and devotion And you ain’t thinking homie, you be acting off emotion [Hook: Chinaski Black] Letras de canciones [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] They made him bathing in a clear pool of fresh water This the hiro fan’s chalice, this the next slaughter Perpendicular of a pyramid dress alter I was taught the brazen bull is the best torture If it ain’t one thing, it’s another And I don’t wait for motion, I’m a different motherfucker Fools die, Mario Puzo They slumped him like Angelo Bruno He saw the Iron Age like a Canaanite It’s bags of trees here, vegetation heist You say my name, I’m fucking you up Y’all are cloud chasing homie and enough is enough Gun brawls, hand-to-hand, homie it's whatever It's talking and it's action, and nobody live forever So get yourself a blicky and chill Or the ox is coming out buck 50 is grill Doma From Letras Mania