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.