My mama used to said,
never play with living dead.
All the things she made me do,
were so crazy I'm telling you.

All the croses on my neck
showed to Satan disrespect,
that is what my Mama said,
hopping for the heavens nest.

every day in the cheast
my black heart is beating fast.
'it is curse'- my mama said,
but I am blassed
And she knows that.

OH mama,
can't you see?
your little child
is the devils seed.


every evening that you pray,
every pray that you say,
showing fear and your weakness,
causing satans evil sickness.