Lyrics

[Verse 1: Aleister Crowley]
Call me the Beast, I feast on the weak and the meek,
Taught thelema to the masses, they're hangin' on every speak.
Got grimoires thicker than your eyeliner streak,
Laid the blueprint, you’re just a boutique antique.

[Verse 2: Anton LaVey]
Found your doctrine dusty, so I gave it a reboot,
Your rituals lookin' funny, more flop than a zoot suit.
Church of Satan on the rise, got them horns on mute,
Your magic’s old hat, I'm the fresh black-root.

[Chorus]
Grimoires clashin', dark arts flashin',
Crowley and LaVey, the world's overlappin’.
Occultists on the mic, watch the spellcraft happen,
Runes on the beat, and the rhythms are zap-pin'.

[Verse 3: Aleister Crowley]
You play a piano while I summon cosmic beasts,
Ascended planes collect my dues, pay my spiritual lease.
I'm outchea breakin' veils while you're just playin' priest,
A king in the shadows—Anton, I feast.

[Verse 4: Anton LaVey]
Feast all you want, but I devour ideologies.
Turn your mystic mumbo jumbo into Satan's commodities.
You're just breadcrumbs in my sinister economy,
I've got 20th-century demons doing anthropology.

[Bridge]
Sigils unleashed, pentagrams collide,
This ain’t a séance, it's pride on pride.
Who’s owning the dark, who’s taking the stride,
Crowley and LaVey, both worlds amplified.