Devil

You fell off like the devil on my left hand shoulder
My right eye is closed because i am not fucking sober
And imma live my life until it's over
Underachiever legacy kill bars like gacy -
Wayne - john, pilgrims
Ted bundy's jealous of me
Because i have restraint to slap a bitch in the face
With my dick instead a knife
Im kidding not even my wife
Would touch me even if she was
Super fucking custy
Cuz i'm an ugly motherfucker
Money motherfucker
It's what i breathe, what i bleed
What i need i simply give too many fucks
I couldn’t give another one
All about my family
Is what the opposite of me would say
If i was raised a little more
Compassionate
Maybe, then I would
Fuck, nevermind

And now I'm back, fuck a chorus
Lyricist, call me Horace
And she's gorgeous with those huge eyes
But she only falls for cute guys
Here i am, my pimple ridden face
My tree trunk fucking legs
Guarantee i'll fuck up your day
And make it rain like hell
Inside your puny brain
There's no other way, to say it
You faggots couldn't ever reach
My level on the top floor waiting in a cop car
For my mom to pick me up and drive me to the corner store
So i can beg a shady customer
To buy me *lighter sound
Some fucking next reds
My only addiction will slowly smoke me to my death
But i truly don't care
Death is part of life
I don't know how rhyme
Introverted nerd with a tendency to listen to birds
Chirp like hockey players pack bombs, gay like mayerrrrr, john
Saying the names formally nothing you'd see online
And twitter’s got me going "Uh-Oh" time to bring on the slime

Im horrible at starting new verses
Kill a fly and put in the hearses
Raping nurses, burpin, slurping slushies
'leven seven
Started smoking, and now im fucking rapping
So i guess i'm just another kid from oshawa
Rest in peace to big and many other fallen soldiers
But many emcees today could grind you up like folgers
I like the instant shit but i have too much patience
And as i write these rhymes im procrastinating history papers
To tell you the truth
I'm the stupidest genius you'll ever meet
But you could never tell by my lyrics or beats
All i know's i'm staying away if you stay strapped with a piece
Bitch
Keep ya company till bowls smoked, kid
St-st-st-stutter on the beat
Probably cuz of the tree

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