​mephisto

[Part 1]

[Intro]
Yup, yuh yuh
Whore, lets go ahhhh

[Verse 1]
Mephisto, I'm the devil of this shit
Like a backstroke, I got the water on my wrist
Like some Battletoads, I got the green in my Amiri jeans
Shoot a sweet nigga in his cantaloupe
I'm in the whip, pockets bloated; stressed Mrs. Puff
Regular Show, bitch wanna get that fist pump
Matter fact black activist with my fist up
Like the 40 year old virgin, I do not give fucks
I can never go to sleep when I think bout the bag
With that logic, I'd make a 'mill when I take a nap
Dora the Explorer, I got tools up in this backpack
When I show this [?] now he can't act
Your broke ass, your poor ass my whip on King Boo
If I hit you with these blue shеlls there's two types of bluеs
Got jelly bean in my blunt now I'm higher than a roof
My girl fine, my neck shine, what do I have to lose?

[Part 2]

[Interlude: Huey-BLT & miind]
Since day one, I been telling you
To always talk yo shit on the beat
On it yeah I'm up lil bitch, I ain't never noticed it
You always wanted to do whatever you wanted do
Now I'm telling you right now, with these beat right here?
Not into politics, I ain't messing with none of these niggas
Bitch I rock this shit, I ain't never yuh yuh yuh
Nigga talk yo shit!

[Verse 2]
Fairy tale ass niggas always story telling
Blood of the bottom of my Yeezy's like I pissed off Eleven
Like a blocked text I got the green
But I'm stuck on blue message
Goliath with the sword on my chop
You bout to see heads severed
Bitch I'm cold, I get to popping like a soda with the frisk
You ain't never touch no band cus you ain't never take no risk
I can step on your endeavors with this fire, can't resist
Put the pepper to his top like a Only Fans bitch uh
Bitch I've been sick when I make this guap, I guess I'm bed ridden
I can put two dots up on top just like it's Yeat written
I might go vegan cus niggas think I got beef with em
Why would I focus on a nigga if he not in my vision?
When I do this shit, I do it right their ain't no wrong mistakes
When I hit yo bitch Ima hit this lick, two birds in a rocks place
Killing these rap niggas is my bad habit like I'm Steve Lacy
Burn you with this heat leave em deceased I guess I cremate em
Blast shit but you done before that
Got yo bitch peach in the crib where Toad at?
Where my soul at, prolly where my pole at
Me and my niggas sipping on mud like a mole back
Blick em reverse that shit *unintelligible words*
Lunch box how I pack the pole again
Think I won't shut shit down, I run this shit