Devil Shit

[Verse 1: Myke Myke]
See I worship devil shit, therefore, them demons creep my mind
Angels try to speak to me but bein' 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 knowin' 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
Hearin' knocks on my door, so I cock the pistol quietly
Then once I approach the door
The noise I'm hearin' suddenly stops
Set the time to 3:15, but now it's screamin' 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 somethin' 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 makin' bloody stains
Always remember to load up that plastic thing
If you got anna, just throw up your Devil sign
Why do strange bustas choose to fuck with crazy’s, mane?

[Verse 2]
I always feel like someone's watchin' over me
Performin' 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
Blowin' 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 callin' me to worship the begotten son
Should I go before my God, and ask him to forgive my sins?
Should I worship Devil shit, then burn eternally again?
Now I'm thinkin' suicide will lead 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
Grabbin' my sawed-off, like stangin' these bustas
So least I will prove my damn evilness, if I may say so myself
Devil shit, crucifix, Satanic rituals
Magic of blackness that worships 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

[Verse 3]
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 busta ho ass down
Quickly I pull off that dope and hit this bitch without a frown
Now I'm fallin' 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 havin' a fit for my grip
But there's so many bullets insertin' you slow
That you die from an overdose of hollow-tip

[Verse 4: Myke Myke]
Shakin' and breakin' 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 through the valley with my infrared
So I watch my back, 'cause I'm down with a mothafuckin' jack
Never creep on a killer who's likely to drill a damn hole through your eye that be forcin' a cataract
Devil shit makes me feel laced, I can't fuck with this feelin'
That got me visualizin' demonic matter
They torture my mind which force me to go insane
And rat-a-tat-tat on a bitch
Engine-engine, number nine, aimin' at your fuckin' spine
Have you busta bitches cryin' when my pistol get to firin'
At the vest or your head, leave you dead double-time
Gotta get away from all these demons fuckin' with my mind