I be that Sanctus surepto in unto the spell of darkness common sense I be that bad sound breath unto them seven hundred thousand demons speaking in your own voice in your head ....don't listen to what old Satan said..... listen to me the originali spiritum et cealis ego sum magistratum et fedi et Deus iesu christium oh shoot I be possest by the holy war ghost machine spirit once again gotta go drawing souls closer to God ain't no joke heard there was a man bye the name of grand puto say he the fastest soul Wrangler in the west I beg to differ I be the fastest soul Wrangler in these here parts.... shoot as far as the eye can see in any direction there ain't no noone more holyier than me ... I be the Mexican diosyaqui holywar ghost machine hard core cutthroat i got my demons singing Acapella rae hard to find doowop like gentleman underneath the street lamp sounds sick blood of the lamb