Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Evil Deeds , by - Jus Allah. Release date: 30.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Evil Deeds |
| I’m in my bag like marijuana, big gun like the man on Contra |
| That pipe on ya like an anaconda, true vets |
| So if you niggas snitching you get left like a fat nigga starving, |
| biscuit missing |
| Murder mics in the booth nigga my flow tighter |
| I want life in the booth, I murder ghost writers (ah) |
| The album dropper, the show killer, my flow realer |
| Put a sly rock niggas but I don’t know jigga |
| Pick a pistol and pistol whip you |
| Bitch I’ll rip you in pieces and show you |
| The real definition of what a beast is |
| I can show you the definition of hate |
| Dissecting, redirecting your definition of fate |
| Got these faggot niggas hanging online like I’m phony |
| I’mma kill em by the end of the movie I’m not Tony |
| Remove units it’s useless to kill you |
| It’s foolish to fill you with ammo |
| I dismantle anybody that’s hating on Pharaohs |
| Heard niggas have a problem with the way that I spit |
| Need a crowbar to detach their lips from my dick |
| Herb got my wired, I write slang, cock heat back and throw fire |
| At lames and at dames, insane in my brain a little bit |
| Q is the code, right hooks to your dome making you fold |
| Yeah a nigga step try to play bold |
| Four-four slam dunk a nigga’s soul right in the hole |
| Ain’t like the squadron you facing |
| Nigga, we dub-statin |
| Run adjacent with wolves and serve in annihilation |
| Yeah, Stoupe, we can rhyme with the track |
| Cutting no slack, darts piercing your chest causing arrest |
| Cardiac fashion, twelve-deep mashing you out |
| Do your fam and your glass out your house |
| Everybody gonna get it, grandmoms, dogs down to your spouse |
| Watch you pay for talking sideways out your mouth |
| Tear your frame and drag your body parts due south |
| Evil deed is done, gather us, squad out |
| Hit the pad and laugh, burns L’s and drink stout, nigga |
| Hit the pad and laugh, burn L’s and drink stout |
| I am heartless, I am the fucking hallmark of harshness |
| I’m the narcissist of darkness, I am in the industry of mystery |
| I’m the unofficial victory, I am a Disney of misery |
| I am uneasy, disagreeable, I’m a vehicle of evil |
| I’m unequally deceitful, people want wealth |
| People want the nice stuff life might offer |
| People in hell want motherfucking ice water |
| I do not have control, I don’t have a soul |
| What you have you should hold, what I had I sold |
| I’m attached to the role, I am past consoled |
| Cast out into the cold, all I have I stole |
| Blunts stuffed with tons of weed, trust and believe |
| I have done the fucking deed, I am up to speed |
| It’s a lot on my mind, I am still bitter |
| If you could go back in time would you kill Hitler? |