DEVILMAN CRYBABY

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse]
A ruthless kid who shoot through ribs who used to go and shoot through rims
We doing dirt, we used to it, them politician suits'll fit
The average criminal don't wear a ski mask, he wear Hugo shit
I lived everywhere except the city where the heroes live
I flip the blade a million ways to make up for my mix of pain
A list of names and pistol aimed for every face that switched up lanes
I see my targets, hit the range, I'm off the rocker, bit deranged
I slit a couple jugulars to feel they blood, I missed the rain
The sun just set, my son don't fret, I'm starving way too often
I ain't satisfy hunger yet, I made a promise to my younger self
And I don't lose on bets, I'm losing sleep, not losing stress
Was way too deep and too depressed
'Cause what if a co-sign from JID is as big as I'll ever get?
They say I'm too devilish, I show 'em what terror is, was born with the coldest wrist
My home was a horrid pit, I roll with some dobermans
In the jungle where cobras live, I'm accustomed to horror flicks
I know customs gon' cuss the kid 'cause I stomped in with customs kicks
On my conscience, a constant hiss from the bombings and other shit
That's too common, I often tick, it's a symptom of how we live
All the muscle I'm mustering just to hold 'til the chorus hit
Who the culprit who sculpted this? Think it starts where the pulpit is
But too often they bombing kids, we all hoping for hopelessness
Think a post is the dopest fix to a hoax that's apocalypse
But they boasting and talking shit 'til them coffins from coughing fits
Get you caught in sarcophagus, wait, wait
Who sold off all the bricks? Who cut the nose up off the sphinx?
Seen a lot of rainy days and so I'm built for Cuban links
It's a wonder how I keep my calm, 'cause usually I'm pissed
I done seen enough to make you wanna go and call it quits
Children crying, rivers dying, Agent Orange, phosphorus
I was walking through the desert where they say the Prophet lived
I done seen them shady deals where evil demons profiting
Whether they rob and steal, they job to kill, they pushing to who popping pills
You copy? This is not a drill, it's Rocky in them hidden hills
Still, I will kill, I don't want to, but I will if I got to
Bomb first like Pac do, take off at Mach 2
Dump gawd like Mach too, five sevens like haikus
You see just how I move, we striking at high noon
Bloods, crips and pyroos, appetite primal
We keeping it tribal, the only way for survival