The Devil

Where about to blow up!

feeling krunk

got make count

now its out

really hate to hear this stuff

thought it was junk

i am not a person

that gets to Drunk

i am blow up

now Feeling dumb

i am not you

i am not them

i am just me

i am not even them

i feel like i am starting

write shit on my head

like a retard

i could end up dead

but at least i don't got

writing on my head

because if i did

id be them

i probably shoot myself

in the head

 

 

Now ill break this song for you just listen syllables i am about to produce

ballistic missile blasting into the sky i will never die flying up so high crystal clear

i am high Red blood shot eye's lost my train of thought tried to fart

in the dark the master parks while the pit bull do-vermin barks cops and master

locks craftsman marksman black markets money laundering at night in large

master clubs bitches and whores every where pick your choices

 

Where about to blow up!

feeling krunk

got make count

now its out

really hate to hear this stuff

thought it was junk

i am not a person

that gets to Drunk

i am blow up

now Feeling dumb

i am not you

i am not them

 

Now Verse 2

 

I really hate these retards i don't even care i rather go to the fair

anyone can write a rap these guys probably all smoke crack not one of

them trying to make Rhymes i think its time to shine like a wind chime

blowing in the air like a diamond chair coming from a fat white panda bear

playing a snare lighting his own flares at night he fights demon with his son

banging on phat gong like i am Koren playing ping pong smoking out of a

bong i go to the park after dark spark that light after midnight right back home

 

Now sit for min let things develop for sec start feeling like i am rocket-ship flying

flowing threw chem trails galactic planets vicious Malicious encounters

that's all we will hear when they come with the fear coming from the TV.

News and media outlets got you plugged in made to consume everything

keep you brain washed like the rest brain dead when you think your the best

just part of the test keep you locked down like the rest made to confess leave

you a mess like the press Dead like the rest.. you better come with a Vest

strapped to your chest possessed now your in a dress feeling depressed

and stressed like you got breast from the west now you can protest for your

quest that is left meant bent scared as bird in a nest you must be obsessed

because you starting to progress in the flesh now your Devil i guess