Lyrics:
a thing we connected to the vine
If the devil wants to run up I tell him its fine
Really covered in the blood I'm not six nine
The battle ain't ours but we
bitch like a shark, ho
Yeah, I get money, I want it, no, no, no
They got problems till it's 40, probably gun him down
Grab a demon by his neck, told him
cows he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns
of the beast
Every time he speaks
The words of trump Treason
Horns on head pokin' out
Like a child he pouts
Poor little trump Treason
Send him back to hell
the end of my days (Yup)
We aint penny pinching smoke me like a zip in a day (Damn)
Tryna live out by the beach I needa catch me sum rays (Me too)
And get
helped him weather the storm,
He got off of the couch, and now he grab life by the horn.
He really want the fun, but he takes it as it come,
‘Cause he
profile
- He hung up so fast I had to press redial
All I heard was a female voice say smile
The email said I hd to be in town by eight
The clock on the wall
still on fire and their hooves was made of steel,
Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel,
A bolt of fear went through him
a nightmare I ain't scared of nothin
I'm strapped up wit several guns
Shoot a nigga in the car... leave his head on the horn
Now call em the Devil son
I'm
Learned it’s better to acknowledge all of your flaws,
And all your sins.
Then be cleansed by the lord,
It’s less the devil’s got to use,
But if you hold
getting girls pregnant, why you think they traffic with the condom, people hate Babies on the plane mang, grab my shit motherfucker and get my metal
Yuppies
I'm blowing the horn tell em' get out the way
Why that nigga try hide when we know where he stay
I just ran up a check got it straight out the bank
All
knocked a chunk up out his back like he working for Apple
Shie just poured a six up in the Sprite, I pour eight in the Snapple
If I catch his opp all by
be like me (what?)
I get what I want
Anytime and I won't even ask for it bitch
I just grab it
Like the devil by the horns
And I'm standing on my
up his finger like fuck me
Now I gotta follow him home, with my chrome
Send him to the Twilight Zone, it's on
Niggaz say I'm gone 'cause I'm fuckin'
deal in money with 6 or 7 commas
66 plus a 6, man, I'm hotter than a sauna
The Devil got the fire? F*** it, I'll kill him with lava
God ghostwriting my
on
Stabbing the backs of your many captains
Slash through a pack of your every last guard
Trackin' my enemy to an exact spot
Grab 'em up by the neck and then
still on fire and their hooves was made of steel,
Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel,
A bolt of fear went through him
victims chosen saw this
All in a dream took thirteen lives by the
River on a livestream (Stream)
Eyes gouged when I shut mine shut up bitch
Your struggling
up
But I'm doin fine when I die lil E will prolly have a statue
Lil E been goin nuts yeah sum like sum cashews
Inna hellcat told my niggas they can't
and a half million scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up
[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]
I'm from Detroit's
A richy is the devil, he never will admit it
So I'mma cut his hand off and slap his face with it
Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed
I grabbed
I'm hearing geness this geness that, nigga geness what
A money making nigga and he quick to get you burnt up
Catch him blowing woods trying to get
flicked him off my shoulder
Yeah I flicked the devil off my shoulder
Angels on the other side told me he a poser
Man the world keep gettin' colder
Son
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