The Clash at Demonhead

[Hook: do not resurrect]
Pissed off devil, bet he spit raw
Pitchfork pointed at your chest might get your shit rocked
Clip long
Wrong to think I wasn’t what you pricks thought
Glick cocked
Time to tell your bitch that she can kick rocks 'cause my dick soft

[Verse 1: do not resurrect]
Say you best of us
I just laugh at ya
I paid sweat and blood for this
Saddle up
She like sex and drugs so I damage her
Like I'm Kakarot and this Dragon Ball
I wanna couple mil in my Swiss account
Couple years to get it figured
So I brung the fear of individuals out
Some might wish I took a different route
But it’s fuck the world, I got a priapism
Half dead and my lungs hurt
But I'll sucker punch you I don't need a reason
Death or money, whichever comes first
My sins unbalanced, I don't need a scale
You full of fear and malice, I’ll never be a failure
Sing a ballad like Aretha Franklin
I’m wreaking havoc on you feeble henchmen
You need a pension
You stupid bitch
Cock hard off a Sudafed
I rock stars then I’m shooting shit
Got Glock darts for you foolish pricks
I’ll stab a man and cackle as the rain fall
Battle plans and masochism pays off
Bloody nose with yo' money stole
I got a hunnit flows so don’t you quit your day job, bitch

[Verse 2: DKoolPharaoh]
Being unleashed, yeah
Makes me wanna feast, yeah
So if you're in the way, best luck, you should pray
'Cause you looking like food yeah
So you wanna scrap, huh?
I’ll turn ya to scraps then
This shit will be fun
When I slice you a ton
And rip out your back, yuh
Up it, point it, cock it
Blast
If he wanna talk out his ass
We’ll end it right there when the slugs knock him fast
Why he talk like we same level
It’s clear that he reaching
So he getting leveled
Mush the fuck like he a pebble
He messing with boulders by the way he done crumbled
Aye, we hop in whips to seek trouble
I grip on the clutch and a metal
When we down the window just know you’ll get sizzled foe when you're in my sight that you stumbled
It’s clear I’m surrounded by snakes
So when I shed them, they’ll turn in to flakes
I’ll have fun with these niggas when I’m scorching these niggas
Swear to god, when I stake out their place

[Hook: do not resurrect]
Pissed off devil, bet he spit raw
Pitchfork pointed at your chest might get your shit rocked
Clip long
Wrong to think I wasn’t what you pricks thought
Glick cocked
Time to tell your bitch that she can kick rocks 'cause my dick soft