Lyrics:
Woah, huh
All my Skullgirls do no talking
If you ain't for the action keep walking
Grab the girl by her horns now she honking
I don't give a (I don't
we back to backin
No Hack a Shaq Im rack attackin
Devil Ima back him up he lack the passion
Enemies I break em down now that's a fraction
Had to happen
to Shakespeare graveyard
Punched in the dirt
Break through his casket, grab on his shirt
Pull him back to the earth
Put on his jacket
Took on his accent to spit
They catch me on a back street
They gone knock me off
Yea I'm talkin' bout the law
Ya'll sum fuckin' devils
Up in school you got blues
Now ya bout
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
road to the next level
And the scenes where it's mean to do the right thing
Not to be a good king but the best devil
So it's horns for the crown, torn
made me wanna grab bottle, And call mama, Nigga living like a shooter, My brother Mad Max, play with him, you need a doctor, I just sit back study all my
his crystals
I had to get the bezel licked
By bitches who reveal themselves
Faster than the devil spits
On Christian clits
Acting devilish
They horny
I
Buster Jiggs was a reita man with his gut line coiled up neat
So he shakes her out and he built him a loop and he lassoed up the devil's hind feet
[
Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This
don't gag don't spit
Pull my horns if you into that shit
Get it POPPIN grab the poppers gang bang in this bitch
I make the rules when we tango
Grab the bull by the horns, rodeo
Then he turn me around, do se do
He be going downtown, bottom floor
He be tryna take my soul
But little buddy I’ll
I dont wanna live no more
Nah, Fuk that, Im grabin' life by the horns
N Ima slap this bitch up like she was rightfully warned
What, in plain text, my
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
atlantis, but watch we skate away
We ain't no reptiles, but move just like sum snakes
He got directed filed, they sent him up the states
We on the track now,
Grab a seat and watch me abuse the kids like a catholic priest. I’ll have a mental lapse and tweak, blast a beat, and show up to a double XL cypher with
shoulder and protect him through the day
Especially at night
He gets the feeling sum ain't right
He went on missions by his self he can not talk about last
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
Seek and you shall find
Find Shady tell him, sell him my crazy pen
I'll spray my ink up to heaven, sell my soul to the devil
Even keeled,
wear a (sraight) jaket
and they wear a sweater.
I write poems they write letters.
Ive got the devils horns
they've got angels feathers.
Two wings against
spray shit
Then carve my name in your pavement
I was Rated 'X' but I flexed
I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level
Ain't that ill?
and see the cyclone formin'
Wasn’t born a psycho
Get destructive that’s when I get bored
I grab the devil by the horns as
You can see the gores disorient
prisoned
And your main bitch ain't going to save him
Alice on his mind but bae tripping
He grabs her hair and fucks til' the pain's missing
She tells him she
back the devil's on patrol and your soul he wanna grab that he wants you hooked on drugs so he can treat you like a lab rat trust in the Lord with all
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