????? (2008)

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Life

[Chorus]
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[?] Devil wants to be
Black magic [?] hoping the Devil comes to me

[Verse 1: King Gordy]
At the stroke of twelve, I've awoken in Hell
With souls in a cell, smokin', burn' moanin' and yellin'
Now I'm balin' up to the Earth's surface I'm smellin'
The scene of a human being bleeding, I can tell
He isn't well, his vital signs are failing
It is time to tell him that his body is dead and he's headin'
Straight to Lucifer, and now my wings are spreadin'
But first before we go on this journey I must behead him
Now you will no longer worry about bеing in debt
Or cheating on your spouse, for you will nеver have sex again
Only when he sticks pitch forks in your ass
While your asking to forgive your sins
But he don't ever listen, he just keeps afflicting
These painful acts that will literally last for centuries
Whenever it's looking back for you must sin for me
Mr. Negative Energy, I'm a legend, an entity

[Chorus]
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[?] Devil wants to be
Black magic [?] hoping the Devil comes to me
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[?] Devil wants to be
Black magic [?] hoping the Devil comes to me

[Verse 2: Bizarre]
Seven in the morning, I just got up
Drinking blood in a cup, I'm so fucked up
For breakfast I had toes, dinner I had ears
Come here, dear, I wanna feel on your brassiere
Psychopathic crazy motherfucker
I'll fuck your brother, eat your mother for supper
I'ma [?], motherfucker, I'm crazy
Sodomize old ladies, rape little babies
Motherfucker, I'm insane, I'm in your brain
This shit tastes like [?] lo mein
I don't give a fuck about price, I take your life
Don't be a bitch, stand up for your right to fight

[Chorus]
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[?] Devil wants to be
Black magic [?] hoping the Devil comes to me
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[?] Devil wants to be
Black magic [?] hoping the Devil comes to me

[Verse 3: Esham]
Yo, King Gordy, Bizarre, tell Eminem to call me
Instead of the industry hating him, they blackball me
'Cause my rhyme retarded like cerebral palsy
I know I'm a dick and my style is ballsy
The [?], the book of Corinthians
The crooks from Michigan, and I cook for dividends
I turn the heat up and burn your meat up
I [?] like I was hookin' the beat up
Don't act surprised, you spit them true lives
Description of the Devil, blonde hair and blue eyes
You might feel like I'm talkin' 'bout you guys
But the wicket shit I spit is like zip-a-dee-doo-dah
You get your ass capped quick spittin' that fag rap
As sure as there's a God, there's a Devil, you ain't on that level
Suicidal rapper killed myself
Reincarnated, resurrected, and rebuild myself, myself

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