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Demon Dealer
- .Slingin' out rocks to all these kids, knockin' these reebocks, flippin' their lids.
- .Trippin' on 'cids, mushrooms too, I don't give a fuck, hush kid go chew.
- .On your medicine, Ritalin, I'm not riddlin', drop a dot and pay me 10.
- .More dollars, It adds up to a baller, and I don't give a fuck you can scream and holler.
- .Dream once of rippin' me off, flip then you can go and cough.
- .PCP weed will blow ya head off, dead low to take me from bro, no need for me to fake though.
- .I will poison you, call you boys in the blue, I'm already gone nothin' you can do.
- .You fucked with Lucifer, except I'm tucked and toothier.
- .I will kill you without a trigger, mentally squash you with my will, I'm bigger.
- .Dentally slosh you like a figure, to toss your mental picture.
- .Polaroid thicker in your crime, paranoid trickster fucked my paradigm.
- .Actin' erratic poppin' off the static, semi automatic acid attack kit.
- .Sell you nbome if you fuck with my dome, 25 die you can try at home.
- .25 for your life, take your wife too, slit her with the knife then give her my glue.
- .Your kids can watch, criss crossed to get tossed by my watch, then grab some swatch.
- .Tie em to a cross, burn 'em, turn 'em into ashes, call me a fascist.
- .Cause I dictate this shit, take from me and you get a writ, hit, slit, put you in a pit.
- .Agent 47 with a MAC 11, sent from that place opposite of heaven.
- .Sit South of Heaven, cause I'm a SLAYER, a player of the Devil's wishes, I will eat you all on silver dishes.
- .Don't fuck with my money, outta luck like a bunny, Elmer Fudd poppin' caps in the H.U.D.
- .Humans develop into duds, milk or chocolate, my ilk will socket plugs.
- .Demons slingin' out some drugs, screamin' team then all made of thugs.
- .Under rugs we hide bodies, sunder shotties on some hotties.
- .We fuck bitches, we tuck riches, don't give a fuck, saggin' our britches.
- .Boxers fightin', wilin' smilin' goin' wild like we're Mike Tyson when.
- .A chicken starts kickin' against our tribe, we lose our vibe, and do what survival.
- .Takes, cause we make these stakes, state to state, let me reiterate.
- .Boys raised in fire, spittin' our flames till we retire, petrol is our game, diesel, gotta let the peace pull.
- .Into war if you take from us, swore on pores, there is no fuss.
- .Swear on my skin, I will skin men who then pretend to befriend.
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