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Devil boy

October 30, 2015
By Samlu PLATINUM, MPLS, Minnesota
Samlu PLATINUM, MPLS, Minnesota
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Why I got to be the devil in a mask
Waiting,
Waiting,
Stalking you
Ready got my 45 year old son on my side
I bring him out and he yell bullets of death
Lurking fast your way
Do that make me a devil in disguise
Or is it that I’m colder then winter itself
Maybe its everytime you come knocking at my
Door I blow you away with my 22 slide
In with my 45 singing
Or maybe its from all this blunt that I’m
Rolling up,
Smoking up
Maybe it got to do with this bottle in my hands
Empty it out
And ready to bust your head open
Or is it from all the games I play with my
Baby that have you dancing like a cowboy
Maybe its how I think
Could that be it
Get ‘em now before they get you
Get ‘em shoot them down like falling
Stars
Haha enjoying this
Is that why you call me the devil boy
My demons call out to me
So I reach them
Is that why I’m the devil boy
With horns sticking out off my head
Devil yelling
Eyes blood shot red like I was gang
Banging
Throwing up my set
Is my thought abnormal is that why
You cross the street to the other side
Like its save over there
Call me a devil boy like you know me
I’ll make you jump line from 5th
Street to 6th street
Scare you don’t i
Is it cause death pass me  three time
Having conversation with death at a table
Laughing,
Drinking him to sleep
Conning him to let me go
Join me on this rollercoaster of a ride
Fun times we had before I when and
Took you for everything
Nutting in the head
Just crack it open see what you find
You think I can go to heaven with all the goodies, goodies
Is that possible for me to dress all white
When I like all black
I mean business in black and fun time
In all white
Fighting like I like it
Soul train recking through your mind
Hahaha and I like
Call me a devil boy
My horns grow,
Waiting to strike
Attack you
Better run kid
Cause all this trouble creeping up on you
Looks like you seeing things
Being things
And here I am taking things
Voices all over my head
Calling,
Saying go get him
Come on hit him
And disappear into the dark
Fade away like you was never there
So is that why you call me the devil boy
Cause you can never catch me on first street
Inhale my deathly air
Poison by my touch
Devil to the saint of the street
Hahahaha end of all things as I speak off
Call that name and see the devil boy
Come out and play
With this evil of a child
I demonize you
Show you fear from a mile away
Drive your motor
Go now
Go you look like a little school girl running
You p***y
Calling me the devil boy


 



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