Beelzebub Built My Moto Guzzi

[Verse 1] Beelzebub built my Moto Guzzi, Chrome horns gleam where angels fear to tread. Ripped it from the spine of a scrapyard banshee, Now it screams like a stuck pig freshly bled. She’s got bat-wing pipes and piston teeth, A cheetah’s breath, hot on death’s reef. Burns oil like an ocean rig in hell, She’s a demon on wheels with a sulfur smell. [Chorus] Loud as sin, sharp as fate, She don’t purr—she detonates. Border-bred, race-track-born, She’s the storm they tried to warn. Beelzebub built my Moto Guzzi, Gonna ride her 'til we burst at 150. [Verse 2] She only sips 116 octane dreams, Takes me and my girl to the movie scenes. But when Saturday comes, she kills for sport— Takes down bikes like a holy war. Muscle cars buckle in her shadow, She don’t care for rules or battle. She’s mine—my lean machine, With chrome hooves and a gasoline spleen. [Bridge – spoken like a sermon] People wanna sit on her, taste her fire, But she’s sacred—wired to a devil’s choir. We’ll never part, unless it’s sparks and flames, At 150, two ghosts with no names. [Breakdown – chaotic / layered] [Whispers + drone swirl] Beelzebub... Beelzebub... He built her from iron sighs, From factory screams and witching cries. [Chanted] Steel bones, tire flesh, She rides hard, she don’t rest. Oil blood, asphalt breath, My lover, my killer, my holy death. [Final Chorus – explosive] Loud as sin, sharp as fate, She don’t purr—she detonates. If we burn, we burn in style, Two hellhounds blazing the final mile. Beelzebub built my Moto Guzzi, Take us home in that last catastrophe. [Outro – fading like smoke] Beelzebub… reclaim us both... In gears and flame… we make our oath.