Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Devils Night, artist - D12.
Date of issue: 17.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Devils Night |
So say your prayers, your Hail Mary’s and Jesuses |
Take two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix |
Try to stop it but you cain’t do it (ha ha) |
A whole generation of kids blowin out their fuckin brains to this |
Kurt Cobain music — students converted to 'caine users |
as soon as they heard it went out and murdered and maimed to it |
What’s your name? |
Judas |
Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now let’s do this |
I got niggaz that shoots to static — you don’t understand |
how I’m all up in you niggaz TV’s like Carole Anne |
I’m a poltergeist, lyrically I’m supposed to strike |
Try to snatch this mic, you get cracked with Molson Ice |
(Swifty get your own woman!) I want his wife |
I’m the type to go to gamblin parties with trick dice |
I rob casinos, slugs, eat those |
You’d think it was the devil feedin you jalapenos |
Now you out of the scene hoes shot at your clean clothes |
My fo'-fo', prone to make you niggaz breathe wrong |
It’s Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah) |
It’s Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da) |
Cause I came back to rule this time! |
It’s Devils Night — cause I came back to take what’s mine! |
Yes it’s Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah) |
It’s Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da) |
Cause I came back to rule this time! |
It’s Devils Night — cause I came back to take what’s mine! |
It’s like I’m on the john, tryin to shit and get no response |
Constipated bitch, tell these pigs to back off! |
The mind of rapist, Denaun never changes |
Beat up strangers without a reason, I’m a anus |
Walk the street in a «Beat It"jacket with a glove to match it |
Drop the hat shit I put my head on opposite and step backwards |
Walkin zombied it’s ornery |
Pullin armed robberies on politicians without a sense of camraderie |
Yo, I can concoct the nine slot, plus I run with the best |
Hop on a motorcycle, bustin wheelies over your chest |
Bystanders standin by, thinkin oh what a mess |
Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on your neck |
What the fuck do you expect, when the slugs are dealt |
And make you feel every ounce of pain that Bugz done felt |
A deranged team, smokin ganja greens |
This car beam’ll make your fuckin head shake like tambourines |
I pledge allegiance to the streets of the D |
And if you think you out cold, catch a piece of this heat |
And when it blast, it’ll take off every piece of your |
From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute little feet |
STOP TAKIN DRUGS! |
I’m tryin |
My little boy is dyin, he losin too much iron |
And if I die, it won’t be because I got shot |
It’ll be because I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock |
Takin drugs is cool, that’s why I buy 'em |
Shoot 'em up my ass, let your little brother try 'em |
Ten years is what I’m facin |
Police breakin in my house, Lil' Bow Wow in the basement |
(Jermaine!) A rapist that’ll bust in your mouth |
I’ll probably be in jail 'fore this fuckin album comes out |
I’m eighteen years old, still shit in the bed |
Beaten 'til I’m red, fear nothin but war and bread |
It’s me again, fuckin dirty jinn |
So what if it burns, bitch when I stick it in |
No medication, I’m out of perkasets |
I lost my weed, plus my fuckin diaper’s wet |
It’s Devils Night! |