Released on June 1, 2014

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[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

Niggas 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!

Right, right, right... come on

I need a staycation, a straw for freebasing

A jar to stuff an [?eight?] in plus the latest Playstation

I'm high as God's scrotum fuck it, y'all can stay hating

And death is coming for me, running late, I stayed waiting

And those that know me best'll tell you that I ain't patient

I'm parallel to putting on a clock to rock fake shit

Now five percent is looking at me like I can't take it

But I'm back, break it, old school 8-bit

Fuck y'alls matrix, I need a break take six

Call me in the morning if you wake up and it ain't fixed

Thank God I ain't basic, infected stay sick

We on muddy water and it's time to walk the plank bitch

Fuck if y'all slang [?grits?], feel cool, same clique


[Outro: Unknown Passionate Female Lover]

Ooo... Deevil, ooo... yeah baby