The Devil Is Dope

"Where am I? I smell fire
Burn (fire) burn (fire) burn (fire) burn (fire)...
Where am I? I smell fire
What about the cops? (Burn)
Why do you think they call it dope, (fire) dope?
Fire (burn) fire (burn) fire (burn) fire (burn) fire (burn) burn!
It's gettin' hot (hot, hot find)
Oh... no... oh..."

Satan is his name, from hell he came
Some call him Lucifer
But he hides his horns in many different forms
But still is Lucifer

The devil is dope, out of control
The devil is dope, out to get your soul
The devil is dope, out of control
The devil is dope, the devil is dope

He plays tricks, begins with kicks
So beware my brothers and sisters (brothers and sisters you better beware)
Next thing that you know, you gotta Jones ('cause is down) look out!
Here comes the pusher

The devil is dope, out of control
The devil is dope, out to get your soul
The devil is dope, out of control
The devil is dope, the devil is dope!

Brothers and sisters you better beware!

While you're gettin' high
Lucifer is pullin' you down lower (lower)
He'll make you a slave
Then put you in your grave
(And close the door)

The devil is dope, out of control
The devil is dope, out to get your soul
The devil is dope, out of control
The devil is dope, the devil is dope!

Don't you help your pusherman
(Don't help him, don't help him, is pullin' you down!)
Or you'll wind up six feet under (so better beware)
You think you're superfly
But you're getting much too high
(Is pullin' you down, down, down, yeah...)



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Hester
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link