歌詞

Devils Night

D12

作詞
JEFFREY BASS/VON CARLISLE/RUFUS JOHNSON/MARSHALL MATHERS/ONDRE MOORE/DENAUN PORTER
作曲
JEFFREY BASS/VON CARLISLE/RUFUS JOHNSON/MARSHALL MATHERS/ONDRE MOORE/DENAUN PORTER

I make music to make you sick of fake music

Hate music, devil worshipper satan music

So say your prayers, your hail mary's & Jesus'

Take two sticks, take em' together and make a crucifix

Try to stop it but you can't do it

A whole generation of kids blown out their fuckin brains

To this Kurt Cobain music

Students converted to Kane uses soon as they heard it

Went out and murdered a man to it.

What's your name? Judas


Got my nine with 6 sharpshooters

Now lets do this

I got niggas that's used to static

You don't understand

How I'm all up in you niggas tv's like Carolanna

I'm a poltergeist. Lyrically I'm supposed to strike

Try to snatch this mic, you get cracked with Molsen Ice

Want his wife.

I'm the type that go to gamblin parties with trick dice

I rob casinos, slugs eat does

You think it was a devil feat, you jalapenos

Now you outta the scene ho's shot at your clean clothes

A 44 prone to make you niggas breathe wrong

It's devils night


It's devils night

It's devils night

Cause I come back to rule this time

It's devils night

Cause I come back to take whats mine

It's devils night


(Repeat)


Yo, It's like I'm on the john tryin' to shit and getting no response

Constipated bitch tell these pigs to back off

Mind of rapist the 9 never changes

Beat up strangers without a reason. I'm a anus

Walk the street in a beated jack with a glove to match it

Drop the hatchet pull my head on opposite and step backwards

Walking zombie that's honory

Pullin' on robberies and politicians without a sense of camaraderie


Yo. I cock the non-slot. Plus I run with the best hop on the motorcycle

Bustin' wheelies over your chest

By standers standin by takin over the mess

Blast through every hickey that them bitches put on your neck

What the fuck did you expect?

When the slugs get dealt and make you feel every

ounce of pain that Buggs had felt

A deranged team smokin ganz of greens

This car beam will make your head shake like tambourines

I pledge allegiance to the streets of tha D

And if you think you out cold, catch a piece of this heat

And when it blasts it'll take off every piece of your niece

From her barrettes to her cheeks to her cute little feet


Chorus


I don't speak in interviews. My mind's in the water

Think I'ma lock and hide this double X L reporter

I'm sniffin' coke with Marilyn Manson

Bout to get the boot off my label just Jason Hanson

Will Bizarre die?

Bitch I ain't psychic. I keep kickin' these crazy ass lyrics

Cause your faggot son like it. Yeah

Now who the fuck am I, a role model?

Tell your son alcohol's good and pass me the fuckin'


bottle

Drop outta school and sell dope.

Fuck it sell soap, get smoked, and hung by a rope.

I'm so confused and abused

A Baptist that worships Mary

A Muslim that eats barbeque

And fuck Montell and Ricky Lake

Put me on Jerry Springer

Beat my grandmother's ass during the commercial break

Somebody shot me

Interscope dropped me

For killin' my wife on the episode of Hard Copy


Chorus

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