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House of David: The David "Fathead" Newman Anthology (David "Fathead" Newman) · Your Own, Your Very Own (Hutchinson, Hutch) · NYC Blues Devils (NYC Blues Devils) · Angels & Devils (Sarah Darling) · All Hail The Dead/With Devils Amongst Us All (Walls of Jericho) · Devils & Angels (Mêlée) · Devils [Special Edition] (The 69 Eyes) · Devils (The 69 Eyes) · Southern Devils (Pimpadelic) · Devils & Dust [LP] (Bruce Springsteen) – and 90 other albums »


by the devils decisions, forced into a slave
Death before dishonor for those men who were brave 
Shot and sent to their grave, can't awaken, it's too
from those actually sung by David on the tracks)
Verse:
Sweet sugar pumping through my veins
Everywhere is on a wire
Sweet sugar you say it's just a game
ask Jimmy Buffet
'Cause if you take no blame you'll be really on the hook
You're on the Ten Most Wanted in the devil's own book
That's why Psalm number
brother
Nature's your mother, the most highest aura
Father, who art in heaven, me and you, brethern,
slippin inside of Hell's oven
Run by the devils that
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
people
Devil, look at your own dirty past
Before you come to me with your blue-eyed evil
If I kill 30 innocent, would you write
A movie about me and spare
Taking it to another level

Devil what's up? Is this a joke or what?
Steady hoping you can crack open the Coconut
You can't see us, we're covered by
by the devils decisions, forced into a slave
Death before dishonor for those men who were brave 
Shot and sent to their grave, can't awaken, it's too
Yeah! and I've set up and turned out this state
With my own two hands
We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans,
by the devils decisions, forced into a slave
Death before dishonor for those men who were brave 
Shot and sent to their grave, can't awaken, it's too
bet my check on em
Rugged and narrow, I piss in your bone marrow
South Park inventor of the devil-killin bow and arrow
Strong, never alone, cracking
by the devils decisions, forced into a slave
Death before dishonor for those men who were brave 
Shot and sent to their grave, can't awaken, it's too
Worldwide, look
All of my pain is on the pictures in my enemy's frame
Written in blood, my ambition is driven by thugs
Got two glock nines and I fill them with
keys and said "Go to the fourteenth floor"
So in a flash I was there, cold knock on the door
Bombarded by cigar smoke, the smell of Hell and War
And when
keys and said "Go to the fourteenth floor"
So in a flash I was there, cold knock on the door
Bombarded by cigar smoke, the smell of Hell and War
And when
creative
You're gonna need a saditive when you get tortured by this fucking native
My animosity for a female never quits
So I hang you to die - on two hooks
down with my own thugs
Mo' thugs in the pound, you know it's goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

Want to be a baller shot
remorseful in every morsel
Unpleasant, horrible, hello gorgeous
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the yellow short bus
Met a contortionist, said,
down with my own thugs
Mo' thugs in the pound, you know it's goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

Want to be a baller shot
down with my own thugs
Mo' thugs in the pound, you know it's goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

Want to be a baller shot