Don't Deal With the Devil

I'm supersizing my opposition, no competition
I partition it like a ROM, then I'm off the mission
Y'all staying vicious, these poison dishes could dig our ditches
Sipping my brain through a curly straw got me going missing
Really, I slipped on the dotted line, left my blood on it
Double-dutching my cursive noose with the plug in it
I got a slug in the chamber, you got the guts for it
I got the key to your heart, you got the cuffs for it

Climbing the levels, fighting the boss
Don't deal with the devil despite the cost
You may hold a few Ls, never know loss
Take your nose off to spite Geppetto and his floss
Pulling your ass, pulling the grass
Clippings inside of your glass, burning it fast
Extracting the hash, side of bacon with the eggs sunny side
Pinch of salt, little pepper, with the prayer that I dash
No cash in my pocket, Power Glove in the socket
Rosary on my chest with the cubix piece of a rocket
Jefferson didn't die for an aeroplane, but a starship
And I arrived in the womb just to perish in that apartment
So, what comes around, goes around
Little bugs while they watching in the nosebleeds down
Floor level seats for the clowns and the crowns
If you wonder where they meet, it's too easy to be found