01.06.2014
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[Intro: Godemis]
Yeah, yeah
Rrrrring! Rrrring!
Pamet u glavu
Пожалуйста
Let's go, Deevil! Deevil!
I'm back, hahaha...
Yeah, let go!
[Verse 1: Godemis]
Fuck turntables, I don't need a fucking mic
Sleeping with these demons, that's what keeps me up at night
All of y'all can eat a dick, every edge is jagged
I don't know what love is, I'm writing out of habit
Fly as every maggot, lugging all this baggage
Pop a dozen molly every Saturday on average
If somebody has it, it's a rapping asset
Hook up for what people used to holler as some wack shit
Aura of an under lord, beheadings for the savage
Fiending plus I want some more, I'm headed for the casket
Sitting with a deathwish and I wouldn't try to mask it
Each ducket's in a fucking row, the head is in a basket
Niggas getting pissed cause they weren't fucking with my last shit
Bitches see a tool and call a fatherfucker ratchet
Where you can get screwed, passed the Deevil is the hatchet
Dismember em' and leave em' in the Regal on some black shit
Life's a bitch the type of cunt I'm not trying to get back with
Fuck what she would leave me for, my Ouija board is back lit
Who needs whore, Angelina should see me more than Brad Pitt
Not cause I'm a rapper she just wanted skinny black dick
Cause y'all not even mini-me, cause he's bigger than Bigge be
Up in the studio bloated off KFC and Hennessy, too soon?
Try to remember me, now show some love for my suicidal tendencies!
Right, right, right... come on
I need a staycation, a straw for freebasing
A jar to stuff an [?eight?] in plus the latest Playstation
I'm high as God's scrotum fuck it, y'all can stay hating
And death is coming for me, running late, I stayed waiting
And those that know me best'll tell you that I ain't patient
I'm parallel to putting on a clock to rock fake shit
Now five percent is looking at me like I can't take it
But I'm back, break it, old school 8-bit
Fuck y'alls matrix, I need a break take six
Call me in the morning if you wake up and it ain't fixed
Thank God I ain't basic, infected stay sick
We on muddy water and it's time to walk the plank bitch
Fuck if y'all slang [?grits?], feel cool, same clique
[Outro: Godemis]
Ooo... Deevil, ooo... yeah baby
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