The Demon Can Speak
I be flowin like the river of Styxs
These black kids can't swim because my waters are dim
Could give a shit about em anyways
Ain't you lucky you know how to tread
How to splash and play dead
Remember how you almost drowned at that party
Almost made a funeral procession of a party
I'm the fucking darkest you the meekest when I see you
You a fuckin fetus making migas from your people
Chucky black chucky black what happened to Charlie Brown
The friendliest fucking nigger that everyone wants around
You're letting down your friends your fam your peers their ears waiting for the next magical coon shit to appear
So let us see it let us see it Jesus Christ we need a sacrifice
From a lamb thats dark as night
You ain't fucking tight
With a stray bullet I could make your ass another mike
Nighty night
You know I think I just might hush
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
What the fuck is you talking about
We were planning a funeral, every word in your fucking mouth
Belongs to me the king I bring the demons of dirty south to your fucking house
We could eat you out we ain't talking groceries
But the soul in thee
I think you got the wrong perception of me
I ain't your friend, your nigga, your dad, or the neighbor down the street
I'm the police hunting for your body when you go to sleep
I'm the growing heat from concrete as you lie deceased
I'm the waters on Mississippi that swallow all your kin, you can be next I got you people so vexed
You fuckin with me then, you can get the fucking x
You know your breathing fucks with me
So everyone's getting kisses
I'm the essences of manifest destiny
There's a body of violence and this body belongs to me
I herald forth a crown of Jim Crow
I've ended entire people what make you think you can step to me
These black kids can't swim because my waters are dim
Could give a shit about em anyways
Ain't you lucky you know how to tread
How to splash and play dead
Remember how you almost drowned at that party
Almost made a funeral procession of a party
I'm the fucking darkest you the meekest when I see you
You a fuckin fetus making migas from your people
Chucky black chucky black what happened to Charlie Brown
The friendliest fucking nigger that everyone wants around
You're letting down your friends your fam your peers their ears waiting for the next magical coon shit to appear
So let us see it let us see it Jesus Christ we need a sacrifice
From a lamb thats dark as night
You ain't fucking tight
With a stray bullet I could make your ass another mike
Nighty night
You know I think I just might hush
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
What the fuck is you talking about
We were planning a funeral, every word in your fucking mouth
Belongs to me the king I bring the demons of dirty south to your fucking house
We could eat you out we ain't talking groceries
But the soul in thee
I think you got the wrong perception of me
I ain't your friend, your nigga, your dad, or the neighbor down the street
I'm the police hunting for your body when you go to sleep
I'm the growing heat from concrete as you lie deceased
I'm the waters on Mississippi that swallow all your kin, you can be next I got you people so vexed
You fuckin with me then, you can get the fucking x
You know your breathing fucks with me
So everyone's getting kisses
I'm the essences of manifest destiny
There's a body of violence and this body belongs to me
I herald forth a crown of Jim Crow
I've ended entire people what make you think you can step to me
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Writer(s): Charles Stephens
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