Satanist
Don't fuck with us cause we really out here slaying shit
Fucking up your life we really are some satanists,
Talking down on us what do you got to gain from it
We looking for some smoke not to play no games and shit
Since the day I came forth yall were filled with hella doubt
Came up from the bottom ain't nobody help me out
Living this life wreckless and you tryna tell me how
Fuck it all with a capital I lemme spell it out
Had a Ill mind since before Hopsin hit the scene
Aint here to rap like newage not in any means
Satans spawn I need to be locked from head to feet
Before I get let lose and kill my fuckin enemies
Darkened thought in my head plotting many things
Hand on my strap call it a hot and ready piece
Your career is baked you boring me
My demons taking over me
Satan just placed a cork in me
So satan say it for me please
Yall cant kill me off stay out the mic booth
Dont ignite feuds cause you know the white boy will bite you
Don't fuck with us cause we really out here slaying shit
Fucking up your life we really are some satanists
Talking down on us what do you got to gain from it
We looking for some smoke not to play no games and shit
Don't fuck with us cause we really out here slaying shit
Fucking up your life we really are some satanists
Talking down on us what do you got to gain from it
We looking for some smoke not to play no games and shit
Everybody wanna judge me like they know my life
Everybody says ride or die but really no one rides
Hated on my for the last time time to give you your demise
Ready to fight the industry I won't fold tonight
I roll with heavy hitters and body catchers
Walked up in the church then I shot the pastor
These rappers follow the script so I mock the actors
Had a deathwish so I clowned J, Quan and Matt too
Went beast mode then I smoked then all like backwoods
Fired up like rolled weed
Taking your last breath like codeine
Out in these streets ain't no folding
Don't judge me if you don't know me
Flow is too move I roll with the Goonz
Dont go in the booth
Unless you wanna see the tooley go boom
Don't fuck with us cause we really out here slaying shit
Fucking up your life we really are some satanists,
Talking down on us what do you got to gain from it
We looking for some smoke not to play no games and shit
But that's not what's on the horizon
Fucking up your life we really are some satanists,
Talking down on us what do you got to gain from it
We looking for some smoke not to play no games and shit
Since the day I came forth yall were filled with hella doubt
Came up from the bottom ain't nobody help me out
Living this life wreckless and you tryna tell me how
Fuck it all with a capital I lemme spell it out
Had a Ill mind since before Hopsin hit the scene
Aint here to rap like newage not in any means
Satans spawn I need to be locked from head to feet
Before I get let lose and kill my fuckin enemies
Darkened thought in my head plotting many things
Hand on my strap call it a hot and ready piece
Your career is baked you boring me
My demons taking over me
Satan just placed a cork in me
So satan say it for me please
Yall cant kill me off stay out the mic booth
Dont ignite feuds cause you know the white boy will bite you
Don't fuck with us cause we really out here slaying shit
Fucking up your life we really are some satanists
Talking down on us what do you got to gain from it
We looking for some smoke not to play no games and shit
Don't fuck with us cause we really out here slaying shit
Fucking up your life we really are some satanists
Talking down on us what do you got to gain from it
We looking for some smoke not to play no games and shit
Everybody wanna judge me like they know my life
Everybody says ride or die but really no one rides
Hated on my for the last time time to give you your demise
Ready to fight the industry I won't fold tonight
I roll with heavy hitters and body catchers
Walked up in the church then I shot the pastor
These rappers follow the script so I mock the actors
Had a deathwish so I clowned J, Quan and Matt too
Went beast mode then I smoked then all like backwoods
Fired up like rolled weed
Taking your last breath like codeine
Out in these streets ain't no folding
Don't judge me if you don't know me
Flow is too move I roll with the Goonz
Dont go in the booth
Unless you wanna see the tooley go boom
Don't fuck with us cause we really out here slaying shit
Fucking up your life we really are some satanists,
Talking down on us what do you got to gain from it
We looking for some smoke not to play no games and shit
But that's not what's on the horizon
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Writer(s): Brandon Perna
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