talkin about the base that you pebble (?) grind, God don't forsake me for getting mine, Cos I know i'm doing great in the devil's eyes, This is blatently
and step on the receipt before I foot the bill Listen garden tool dont make me introduce you to my power tool You know the fucking drill How you douche bags feel knowing
you say is what you say, say what you say How you say it whenever you sayin it, just remember How you said it when you were sprayin it So who you playin
shit is Off The Wall. You don't believe me, ask that brother Show: snatchin' hotties, grabbin' hotties, lettin' mothafuckers know. You come wrong if you don't come strong... YOU BETTER
'know you heard of that (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Ohh! Uh, you know the word is back (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Yes, I know you heard of that Psychopath, ride
like my man Emilio, what y'all should really know You couldn't get the picture, if you was in an orchard or fortress, (so you niggaz better forfeit) [
Mr. Bush, you better check out your own part in the divine drama You may find you the Devil Listen, 'cause in 1990 Chubb Rock and the gang is on a banned
now let the Devil sing [Devil] I'm back So now you know that you're gonna fuckin burn in hell Tell what you think then I will meet you at the crossroads
t no thing now let the Devil sing [Devil] I'm back So now you know that you're gonna fuckin burn in hell Tell what you think then I will meet you at
bone Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more (Nigga, you never know when you gone die) Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more (Say never know when it could be you
for the Africans Here in the United States, period point blank. If you ain't down for the Ones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and shit. Devil you need to Step
you run from it? No need 'cause I'm inside of you when the sun is spit You cannot escape me, I'm your last resort When you have a evil you cannot report
nigga With a gun nigga You're a bitch Buck you Never trust you Never loved you Never was you I'mma touch you I'mma bust you I'mma crush you Mother fuck you
you Hari Krishna to my listeners in this rhyme You will find psychotic scriptures saying It's something disrupting my mind Tech Nine your mind is fine There's just not anyone like you
Maybe you're a bastard child you think Mom and dad are white and you're dark as ink Maybe you're Sicilian with a tan But you hate lasagna and the pizza
the devil that calls his self an Aztec You ain't a Puerto-Rican, know what I'm speakin, Islam you're seekin You might as well open the doors of a church
raw you should know this Ruff Ryde, but you scared of the stallion Scheme for cream, me and Amillion Carry rockets in my pockets, better step back Put holes in ya back you
, Like bad move, got you looking like you're eavesdropping the devil, And T set the theme to send them to hell, Bet on it, you're never better, I tell