[Verse: Huskii]
I feel like Darcy Dugan in the old days (I do)
I spin a block in the bucket, don't need a roll cage
I got no time or respect for any of them old mates
Most 'em told jakes when I see 'em back to my old ways
I ain't tryna rap on drill if that's a cold case
They talk packs, every single thing that I roll laced
We used to get a occa, now it's old plates
Give a bitch a habit, say I love her, now we soulmates (I do)
Fat rappers on steroids, they got the swole face (Fat cunt)
I keep the muscle in the muzzle for them cold days (Bang)
Still struggle in Hustletown for them dole days
My family name in your area and it holds weight (Ask 'em)
I'm the antihero, this is heroin rap
Every day I try to send myself to heaven and back
Guilty conscience, I don't ever relax
I got Lucifer to thank for writing every track
Done shit I wish I didn't have to, but I'll never take back
That's too deep for them ever to catch, they'll understand though
I pay your BM in bud just to drive a van load
Custy's all junkies, I got bourgeois in a bando
Remember when pushin' music the plan, though?
How we go from doin' hand-to-hands to flippin' Nando's?
Money ain't as fun if all your mans broke
Fightin' all these demons ain't as easy when your fans know (True)
[Interlude]
His mother says he was a normal, happy boy
Until he became obsessed with black metal music
I am talking about pervasive messages
That are available to kids of any age
That are explicit and violent
It's because they are Satan worship
I am a Christian and I do not like the words
To me, they are Satan worship
About hell, about devils
There's power in Satan
And I don't want anything to do with it
(The devil will make you kill your mom)