Depths of Hell

The pentagram is on the floor you see it in my eyes
I'm born a demon mothafucka meet your own demise
Most people lie straight to your face mane can't you see the lies
I've got the devil on my shoulder tellin' me to rise

I am a demon from the depths of hell you know it's me,
If you encounter me will you resting 6 feet deep
Lost inside the path of seeking for the fuckin bloody sea
Everybody on my path will die these bitches rest in peace

They always hatin' on me but they always gettin' cut
That's wassup they makin zero sense these playas talk a lot
Bitches talkin shit to me but all they shit ain't worth a buck
Never gave a single fuck I'm risin' up but they are stuck

Demon shit is what I do you playas see me comin thru
Comin from the underground a mothafuckas got it too
Livin on the coast where all these suckas comin for yo loot
Chainsaw Murda on that Memphis shit I'm always comin thru

Playas wanna talk with me, where I hid the bodies G
Always in the underground these hittas do not fuck with me
Comin from the 901 they wanna see me catch a case
Trigga talkin for me put a pistol to his fuckin face

You don't wanna fuck with me, when I rearrange hoe
Police at the door behind the bars they wanna throw me doe
Motherfuckas walk with me I'm puttin' up a murder spree
Murder in the first degree on streets of Memphis, Tennessee

Motherfuckas want me dead, they got bounty on their head
Mac-11 paintin' all the bodies with the bloody red
On the street they walkin', talkin brainless like the living dead
One thang led to other places never leave em with a thread



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Writer(s): Chainsaw Murda
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