Devil Shit

See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind

Angels try to speak to me but being Godly ain't my kind

Paranoid illusions got me spooked, that's why I keep that tone

Constantly I have visions of some shit I'm knowing don't belong

Deadly sins insert my nose but there's no corpses in this bitch

Voices from behind the wall fulfills my mind with wicked shit

Footsteps from throughout my house when everyone is sound asleep

Hearing knocks on my door so I cock the pistol quietly

And once I approach the door the noise I'm hearing suddenly stops

Set the time to 3: 15 but now it's screaming six o'clock

Just before I go to bed I check around the house for spies

In the middle of the night upon my walls, the devil lies

(Think of something quick)

What the fuck can I do, devil shit got me spooked

How can I get away, angels they tell me shoot

Keep Satan out my head speak not unto the dead

But when I turned to the right side the demons said

Take care yo business man stay making bloody stains

Always remember to load up that plastic thing

If you got ammo just throw up your devil sign

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I always feel like someone's watching over me

Performing the autopsy from a killer's blood who worships thee

Brought up in a church but full of hell is where my mind is at

Blowing evil dope until the devil led me to that pact

Quickly I destroy this bitch then chant to the unholy one

Now the Lord is calling me to worship the begotten son

Should I go before my God and ask him to forgive my sins

Should I worship devil shit and burn eternally again

Now I'm thinking suicide will leave me to this deadly choice

Seven days, my evil ways of crucifix with no remorse

Can't you hear it in my voice this shit will never disappear

Someone call Houdini The Great to give my evil ass a cure

Grabbing my sawed-off and stangin these busters

So at least I will prove my damn evil is if I may say so myself

Devil shit, crucifix, satanic rituals, magic of blackness that

Worship the death

Redrum is murder and murder is dead

Don't force me to quickly breakout with the nine

Visions of demons that run through my head

The angels they constantly fuck with my mind

L-I-S-E-O-E stands for child of wealth D-E-V-I-L

Devil shit, this won't prevail so I guess I'll burn in hell

Satan cannot hold me, man I'll buck his buster ho ass down

Quickly I pull off that dope and hit this bitch without a frown

Now I'm falling deep into a trance that I just can't reverse

Look into my deadly eyes, somehow don't you feel your curse

Poppin' this Glock so damn hard at your ass

You would think I was having fit for my grip

But there's so many bullets inserting your stomach

You die from an overdose of hollow-tip

Shaking and breaking from all of this shit going on in my head

I can't help that I'm scared of the evil

That led me to walk to the valley with my infrared

So I watch

My back

'Cause I'm down with a motherfucking Jack

Never creep on a killer who's likely

To drill a damn hole through your eye that be forcing a cataract

Devil shit makes me scared [?] I can't fuck with this feeling

That got me visualizing demons [?] dead [?]

[?] Which lead to go insane and rat-a-tat-tat on a bitch

Engine-engine, number nine, aiming at your fucking spine

Have you buster bitches crying when my pistol get to firing

At the vest or your head, leave you dead double-time

Gotta get away from all these demons fucking with my mind