| The Devil here he comes, lurkin in the drums
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| Workin with the music he’s a serpent with his tongue
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| Snake up in the grass who’s as merciless as him
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| I am of none, nobody else, no one
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| Percocets and rum, circle him and run
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| The lion’s out his cage and the circus isn’t done
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| It’s only just begun, I’m in a dark place
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| There’s somethin in my blood that’s makin my heart race
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| … I think I’m goin crazy
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| Keep thinkin people wanna grave me, body me
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| Probably mean, this insanity is gonna swallow me
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| Forget it you don’t understand man you don’t follow me
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| Some people wanna see me dead
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| That’s why I keep a .45 under my bed
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| There’s no sun, just rain and thunder instead
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| Look what this sick world has to done to my head!
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| Do you see what I see when you go to sleep?
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| Devils in your head, angels underneath the sheets
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| Voices of apocalypse are tangled in your speech
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| THERE’S A WAR~! |
| Ain’t nobody anglin for peace
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| The burgundy’ll calm me, murdered by your mommy
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| Five hundred for the suction up in her dirty punani
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| Whole world lost their way, 30 tsunamis
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| Buildings knocked from the force of 32 armies
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| Apocalypse is comin, rocket ships are hummin
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| Gangster motherfuckers who are poppin clips and gunnin
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| Crackheads rollin on you get your pocketbooks and run 'em
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| So are we to believe that this Jesus is comin?
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| The people want religion, their religion’s money
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| It isn’t funny, liquor got me sick to my tummy
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| Dunny, look around, don’t be a dummy
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| Probably never see it if you don’t see it from me
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| If some bleed we all bleed — this curse isn’t right
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| Because it’s bad every day but it’s worse in the night
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| It’s why I stay high and I curse into mics
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| Cause death is the only thing certain in life |