The Devil Inside/Thallium/rager/phase7

I'm spitting triple six verses
And I'm giving out some curses
Put your body in sum hearses
Have you written like its cursive
Motherfucker
Come and stab ya with a blade
Like a fucking voodoo doll
You ain't gonna live today
Sitting all alone
Bumping cemetary drive
Sharpening a razor blade
Don't you fucking break my stride
Psilocybin in my brain
Acid on my mind
Sippin liquor in my cup
No I do not give a fuck
What the fuck you tryna say?
You can barely tie your shoes
When I'm creeping up on you
I might pop you like some bubble wrap
Ima kill you
Drag ya body to the earth
Put ya in the fucking dirt
With this blood upon my shirt
Could this shit get any worse?
Now the devil lives inside
Spray you down in cyanide
Motherfucker talkin shit
He won't even see the 9
Now the devil lives inside
Spray you down in cyanide
Motherfucker talkin shit
He won't even see the 9

Ice on me
Now I'm looking like I'm frosty
Tryna cop these
New hills mob hoodies
Got the goodies
Sort a couple nugs out for the fucking groupies
And I know she coming back
Gotta treat her like a ruby
Ice on me
Now I'm looking like I'm frosty
Tryna cop these
New hills mob hoodies
Got the goodies
Sort a couple nugs out for the fucking groupies
And I know she coming back
Gotta treat her like a ruby

I can't feel my legs
I feel the pain inside my head
When I'm postin up in bed
Suicide runs thru my head
Now I'm feelin death
Now this bullshit talk again
When she laying next to me
I feel my head spinning again
I'll be apart of her past
Now I should not play pretend
That I never felt this way
I'm not lookin to get revenge
I'm looking to get success
Staring at the sunset
With these words up in my head
Some I cannot comprehend
And the feeling of razor
Slashing at my fucking wrist
Takes away a bit of pain
I'm not wrong
Fuck you say
If I could travel back
I'd be going back slowly
Go and find myself
Gonna go and kill the old me
If I could travel back
I'd be going back slowly
Go and find myself
Gonna go and kill the old me
If I could travel back
I'd be going back slowly
Go and find myself
Gonna go and kill the old me

Ice on me
Now I'm looking like I'm frosty
Tryna cop these
New hills mob hoodies
Got the goodies
Sort a couple nugs out for the fucking groupies
And I know she coming back
Gotta treat her like a ruby
Ice on me
Now I'm looking like I'm frosty
Tryna cop these
New hills mob hoodies
Got the goodies
Sort a couple nugs out for the fucking groupies
And I know she coming back
Gotta treat her like a ruby

Ima fuck her face up
Ima fuck her face up
Ima fuck her face up
Ima fuck her face up
You're a fucking RAGER
You're a fucking RAGER
You're a fucking RAGER
You're a fucking RAGER(WHOOO)
Ima fuck her face up
Ima fuck her face up
Ima fuck her face up
Ima fuck her face up
You're a fucking RAGER
You're a fucking RAGER
You're a fucking RAGER
You're a fucking RAGER

Tippy Top motherfucker
You think that you know me(okay)
I might come and kill you and I'll go and kill the old me(AYE)
I might go and say some shit that you may not like
If you cross upon my path I'll end ya wit my fucking knife(Yuh)
IMA FUCK HER FACED UP
IMA SIP THIS DOUBLE CUP
WHEN A LIL BITCH SAY SHE COMING UP
THAT LIL BITCH DONT GIVE A FUCK?(Yuh)
IMA RIP HER SKIN OFF(fuck)
LIKE IT IS A FUCKING STICKER
EAT THE FLESH AND STEAL
THE BONES
WASH IT DOWN WITH SOME LIQOUR

Ima fuck her face up
Ima fuck her face up
Ima fuck her face up
Ima fuck her face up
You're a fucking RAGER
You're a fucking RAGER
You're a fucking RAGER
You're a fucking RAGER
Ima fuck her face up
Ima fuck her face up
Ima fuck her face up
Ima fuck her face up
You're a fucking RAGER
You're a fucking RAGER
You're a fucking RAGER
You're a fucking RAGER

Triple six motherfuckers
At the gates of hell
Motherfuckers ringing bells
Steady creeping with the nails
Choppa on em like he sleezy
You can see the details
American psychos
Like they we're all Christian bale
Triple six motherfuckers
At the gates of hell
Motherfuckers ringing bells
Steady creeping with the nails
Choppa on em like he sleezy
You can see the details
American psychos
Like they we're all Christian bale

Pussy boy
You ain't snitching boi
I'm pop you like a perc
More like an altoid
Pussy boy
You ain't snitching boi
I'll pop ya like a perc
More like an altoid
Pussy boi
Motherfucker you get out my way
I'll run up on you and I'm creeping and lurking around with this switchblade
Motherfucker
Ima go and kill this shit
I'm about to bounce then I'll be back right quick
Off with the choppa
Ima make that bitch spit
When I'm grabbin at the glove
For a couple clips and shit
I'm a goth boy drippin
In this black metal merch
Ima pop you like a perc
Have your girl lift up her shirt
I'm a goth boy drippin
In this black metal merch
Ima pop you like a perc
Have your girl lift up her shirt



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Writer(s): Eric Haynes
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