Evil

[Hook: Gavin Castleton] Evil, I feel the sickness running under my skin Father, when I get up to heaven, gonna let me in People who judge me, but I know they haven't been where I've been I know the day's gonna come when I've gotta repent But until then, I just keep runnin' and runnin' and runnin' [Verse 1: Danny!] I keep on runnin' But I don't know where I am goin' The shit is just mind-blowin' Surrounded by circus clowns and I'm sick of the pie-throwin' Ridiculous, I ain't knowin' Where to locate my saneness Ooops, I meant to say sanity, Danny is brainless Ooops, I meant to pray near this canopy bed Too bad there's too many hookers layin' in it, Danny is shameless You lames just shuck and jive like Andy and Amos Co-signed by two giants, y'all still don't know who D. Swain is? I'm sayin' [Hook] [Verse 2: Danny!] Was thought to be a pleasant guy my entire life But somethin' snapped in me, nowadays I ain't wired right Paranoia got me feelin' like I'mma die tonight Somebody gon' merk the kid For all of the dirt I did I swear I'm only human, but I'm One step away before the evil consumes him Engraved in his tomb, with a reputation in ruins Y'all know the deal I act aloof to hide that I'm real scared Thought I outran my demons, rear-view mirror, they still there [Hook] [Bridge: Gavin Castleton] You wanna criticize me But yo I don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya) You wanna crucify me But yo I don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya) You wanna hold down me, I swear Don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya) You wanna pop shit at me But yo I don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya) Only God can judge me [Hook] Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat Sometimes I don't Sometimes I feel like movin' my feet Sometimes I don't Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat Sometimes I don't Sometimes we make you move ya feet Sometimes we don't [Verse 3: Danny!] I'm evil than a motherfucker Fuck yeah I claim it, come and see me you motherfuckers I walk the line between a saint and a sinner, nigga We're all the same, you think we ain't? Guess again, my nigga Came to the game, stole a loaf of bread to feed myself Read 'tween the lines, it paid off, now my records sell I got the feeling that you're tryin' to judge me, well H-E-L-L, y'all can go to hell E-V-I, L Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat Sometimes I don't Sometimes I feel like movin' my feet Sometimes I don't Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat Sometimes I don't Sometimes we make you move ya feet Sometimes we don't [Hook] [Outro: Amber Tamblyn] Father forgive me I'm not the daughter I should be Now he's in a coffin off Grand Street Should've kept his hands off me