[Verse One: Godemis] I'm too fly, Anakin Skywalk, space-bound Huffing gas passed out in the field, face down Thuggish motherfuckers unaware how stupid they sound Tryin' push a bag of shake and telling me it's shakedown, stay 'round If he's holding I ain't gotta tell 'em If the weight is right tonight we then the signs tryina sell 'em I put the Deevil on 'em and told 'em I ain't never fail 'em Now I'm doing dirt with him and pinning verses on the velum The preacher tried to tell me I would never make it rapping And then he sucked me off and act like nothing ever happened I stuck a blade in him, he took it out I stuck it back in Coincidence or not I think stranger things have happened But that's it, I started teeing off, touching T&A Taking shots, giving heaven hell to this very day Deevil in the blue dress, tube test fetus Tell 'em she's in here with us father, do come eat it
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[Verse Two: Godemis] Like I'm a suicidal psycho Serving you semen sandwiches That sort of counter-productive when I blaze up the cannabis Wait, I murder them all like I'm stuck inside of the Animus Showing up to surgery drunken with bloody bandages And if it's a problem we probably promise them hell Insidious, serenading my Devil's ghost in a shell
I'm too sick, stuck with this beef like it's fucking Ruth's Chris All of ya'll can suck on a dick or choke on a toothpick Makes no, difference to me I don't want to play with ya Say you going hard, all I hear is a lot of labias flapping I'm W-C with a Mack-10 And for me to think, I used to look up to them back then But, now we on the road to riches which is the main theme Madden-arms armory color coded and gangrene Sipping with the bitches, and we fixin' to load a bong And I got a couple minutes to burn up before it's on
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