RYO (Devilman)

(Horror mixtape call this a slasher) I got an evil twin brother like Ryo, and every bad habit I got from him I had re'd up on 8 plates, no war zone, but I picked me a satchel up Flip a pack like a mattress Ducked off live under a rock like Im Patrick Whip for that cake like it's batter Went ghost, never friendly like Casper Can't tell yo business these niggas Rattata Horror mixtape, call this a slasher My heart so cold, my chest made out of slushy I hope I never get busted Pride, Envy, Wrath, Lust, Sloth, Greed, and Glutton All seven of them, This shit get ugly Stood on all 10 for so long, Im having corns and bunions Uhh, I really started off with an onion Nigga that's an O, just think of Funyuns Bitch my life a Manga And these songs my anime I could tell you bout it, but it's really just an adaptation Never writing shit, no paper Can't leave evidence or notes Put a Franklin in my wallet Nigga that's a centerfold Nawf Flawda no Seminole Baked just like a cinnamon roll I cannot depend til' Im 60 years old Niggas they sour like a pickle that's whole Slipknot Skin Ticket, Imma dig me a hole I know Im gifted fasho Though these teachers said Im not I can never hide it from the world they know Im selling pot Im a dead rose, tryna regrow inside a lil pot!