Convo with the devil

Looking up at the sky one day before I die

Devil look me in the eye and I got shy

Question end with why try

Well I try oh I go hurt inside

Sold my soul to die my homicide

Sold it when I smoke my first

I joke at my worse

I try to be happy but I’m cursed

3 jump man trying to slump man

What’s up man fuck man you stuck

Try to duck man in your truck

They shooting rounds in rounds

Sounds of rounds

Found you now under a thunder storm

Another worm on bait

Bullets to the tummy is what I ate

Trying to be funny is what I hate

Being bummy is what I date

What the Fuck I make is stuff you can’t

What’s up you can lose your life boy

I keep a knife boy play with it like a toy

Cutting deeper then a the deepest trenches

Very steep I’m a repeater I do it on benches

You getting fucked with my big Peter

Soul gets sucked she likes my meat sir

I beat sir I’m the beefer

Fuck angel is a her Keep her

Jacket with fur as I hang with the reaper

Make racket with Satan fuck complacent

Fuck placement fuck my basement

I have the darkest past ever tried suicide I did 39 times

Hurry I’m finding knives and razor blades

Let’s think what the savior made