Devil

what do you know about the devil?
rap and heavy metal
is it snapPing any petal
not backing out blacking out
still caught in the circle
sticking my neck out
only for the gulitene to cut my head off and have it sown back on
upside down with a third eye on my tounge
now i paint the picture that fits
and hit you with the fixture of trips
my elyxer of spits
is similar a mix of these flicks
freddy kruger and orwellian pigs
that my father screened
welcome backstage behind the scene
im chillin with this mage smoking ice fiend
and he's telling me
that gods not buying what the devil is selling me
sell to me
yell to me
welcome to hell with me
thats why im turntablism and im battling my demons
i just happen to be dope as fuck thats why ur screaming
just a slick slit wrist
and the devil tricked another dim wit bitch
damn all i said was six six six
whats with these scared little kids?
thinking baphomet picked up a mic
and transformed in to a skinny whitey
with staring dead eyes i guess u could say i take life lightly

i am the devil
but i dont want another soul
earths already filled hell with enuf of u arseholes
i started spitin u back
get ur acts together or be dust on gods vinyl track.
motherfuckers

i've got a posse of imps tearing at my flesh
walking pestilance
fuck god i survived the test it was his fucking church that spread the mess
that lead to death
not i
and this morsel just got way to high for a mortal
thru the minds portal i let him walk you all
no free minds left so i let him stalk you all
hunting hunting
im always fucking hurting YOU CUNTING
posed as a motherfucker could be grunting
mumbleling stumbling fumbling fucking cutting butterflys wings burning stomach turning ashy wings black as sin
throw the devil in the trash ive had enuf of winning
have you motherfuckers had enuf of sinning!
im criminal hip hop isnt a way to make a living
starving for mic's
until real famine feels nice
if i wasnt called turntablism suffa m c would need a new life
and thats not name dropping
i was hip hop when they wernt top ten
when no country kid had heard of pop locking
and the hills were slept on
i know the feeling who wants to keep their head on
bring it on motherfucker
1!,2!,3