[Intro: Godemis]
Yeah, yeah
Rrrrring! Rrrring!
Pamet u glavu
Пожалуйста
Let's go, Deevil! Deevil!
I'm back, hahaha...
Yeah, let go!

[Verse 1: Godemis]
Fuck turntables, I don't need a fucking mic
Sleeping with these demons, that's what keeps me up at night
All of y'all can eat a dick, every edge is jagged
I don't know what love is, I'm writing out of habit
Fly as every maggot, lugging all this baggage
Pop a dozen molly every Saturday on average
If somebody has it, it's a rapping asset
Hook up for what people used to holler as some wack shit
Aura of an under lord, beheading for the savage
Fiending plus I want some more, I'm headed for the casket
Sitting with a deathwish and I wouldn't try to mask it
Each ducket's in a fucking row, the head is in a basket
N***as getting pissed cause they weren't fucking with my last shit
Bitches see a tool and call a fatherfucker ratchet
Well you can get screwed, pass, the Deevil is the hatchet
Dismember em' and leave em' in the Regal on some black shit
Life's a bitch the type of cunt I'm not trying to get back with
Fuck who she would leave me for, my Ouija board is back lit
Who needs a whore? Shit, Angelina see me more than Brad Pitt
Not cause I'm a rapper she just wanted skinny black dick
Cause y'all not even mini-me, cause he's bigger than Biggie be
Up in the studio bloated off KFC and Hennessy, too soon?
Try to remember me, now show some love for my suicidal tendencies!