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letra de devil shit - graveyard productions

[verse 1: mike mike]
see i worship devil sh-t, therefore, them demons creep my mind
angels try to speak to me but being godly ain’t my kind
paranoid illusions got me spooked, that’s why i keep that tone
constantly i have visions of some sh-t i’m knowing don’t belong
deadly sins insert my nose but there’s no corpses in this b-tch
voices from behind the wall fulfills my mind with wicked sh-t
footsteps from throughout my house when everyone is sound asleep
hearing knocks on my door so i c-ck the pistol quietly
and once i approach the door the noise i’m hearing suddenly stops
set the time to 3:15 but now it’s screaming 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 something quick)-
what the f-ck can i do, devil sh-t 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 making bl–dy stains
always remember to load up that plastic thing
if you got ammo just throw up your devil sign
[?]

[verse 2: lil grimm]
i always feel like someone’s watching over me
performing the autopsy from a k!ller’s blood who worships thee
brought up in a church but full of h-ll is where my mind is at
blowing evil dope until the devil led me to that pact
quickly i destroy this b-tch then chant to the unholy one
now the lord is calling me to worship the begotten son
should i go before my god and ask him to forgive my sins
should i worship devil sh-t and burn eternally again
now i’m thinking suicide will leave me to this deadly choice
seven days, my evil ways of crucifix with no remorse
can’t you hear it in my voice this sh-t will never disappear
someone call houdini the great to give my evil -ss a cure
grabbing my sawed-off and stangin these busters so at least i will prove my d-mn evil is if i may say so myself
devil sh-t, crucifix, satanic rituals, magic of blackness that
worship 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 f-ck with my mind

[verse 3: lil grimm]
l-i-s-e-o-e stands for child of wealth d-e-v-i-l
devil sh-t, this won’t prevail so i guess i’ll burn in h-ll
satan cannot hold me, man i’ll buck his buster ho -ss down
quickly i pull off that dope and hit this b-tch without a frown
now i’m falling 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 d-mn hard at your -ss, you would think i was having fit for my grip, but there’s so many bullets inserting your stomach you die from an overdose of hollow-tip

[verse 4: mike mike]
shaking and breaking from all of this sh-t going on in my head
i can’t help that i’m scared of the evil that led me to walk to the valley with my infrared
so i watch
my back
’cause i’m down with a motherf-cking jack
never creep on a k!ller who’s likely to drill a d-mn hole through your eye that be forcing a cataract
devil sh-t makes me scared [?] i can’t f-ck with this feeling
that got me visualizing demons [?] dead [?]
[?] which lead to go insane and rat-a-tat-tat on a b-tch
engine-engine, number nine, aiming at your f-cking spine
have you buster b-tches crying when my pistol get to firing
at the vest or your head, leave you dead double-time
gotta get away from all these demons f-cking with my mind

- graveyard productions

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