Lyrics Devilish Mood - Esham

Devilish Mood

I’m in a devilish mood.
I’m in a devilish mood…
You don’t understand me, I got a split personality,
Showin’you a different side of reality.
Late night walkin’down the street with a butcher knife,
Cold jam it in your stomach, and watch you vomit.
Some say I’m sick, hard to get with,
The despotic psychotic nitwit.
Red Rum, Red Rum, I gotta get me some so where’s my next victim?
Little old lady walkin’down the block,
Hit her in the back of the head with a rock.
Dum dum ditty dum ditty dum dum, Red Rum, Red Rum, Red Rum.
APB out on me, killed the old lady, took her social security.
I’m livin’just like a pack rat,
So when I see someone with some food, I say gimme that!
I’m livin’just like a pack rat, sleepin’on clothes and shit,
Holes in my clothes, I’m sleepin’outdoors.
Cuz Governor Ingling took my foodstamp,
Got me livin’just like a tramp.
A hobo po’livin’outdoors,
Thrown on the streets, so I’m sleepin’on shelter floors.
I result to voodoo,
I’ma make me out a doll of Governor Ingling to.
And put a pin in the middle of the fo’head,
While I say to myself, Play dead!
Homeless, I got no home,
So when I see a old lady, I follow her ass home.
People say I’m livin’just like a animal,
I result to eatin people like a cannibal.
Listen to the funky drama,
I get flash backs and visions that I’m Jeffery Dahmer.
Now I’m on the hunt for food,
Cuz I’m homeless, I’m in a devilish mood.
I’m starvin’just like Marvin,
So I’ma get me a butcher knife and start carvin'.
People up, what the hell,
I’ll get me some food for wars if I got to jail.
But even the jails won’t take me,
I got caught up in the system, breakin’me.
Breakin’me down, nervous break down,
Cops found two dead bodies on the west side of town.
Blame it on the homeless people,
I hear no, see no, say no evil.
Shoulda just take my own life,
One man starvin', walkin’around with a butcher knife.
Wish life like it was on TV,
Then maybe someone would help me,
Or get me some food,
Cuz I got to survive, I’m in a devilish mood.