Devil Swerve 666 (feat. Pro Dillinger & Manny M.I.A)

Ay, I heard it's a evil world That we livin' in Used to sell the devil's work I just wanted dividends I get all up in my bag Rage in my emotions Sometimes I feel like a zombie going through the motions Lotta hate inside my heart I cannot escape it Find myself wishin' someone would test, bet I ace it Eat somebody face and pick up every shell casing Roll a blunt and face it Ain't no perkys for this pain, bitch Anger and the jealousy on me Nobody touchin' me If they do, I swear that it's gon' be a bloody murder scene I don't really wanna but I'm happy to oblige Pull up to your nine to five With this nine and give you five Plus my homie got a fourty on him Man I told him chill Don't you try and take my kill But he gon' probably pop it still There ain't no if's Ain't no chemical imbalance I'm just wildin', still iconic Shit get silent, after violence You don't want it, devil swerve Devil swerve, swerve Devil swerve, swerve Yeah, it's Dillinger nigga Check me out, yo Neighborhood pitchin' devil's work Catch a body, bring a shovel first Scummy nigga, but a rebel first I'll show you how the metal works Pull the trigger just to let it fly I ain't ever even thought about it Shot a nigga for a couple dollars But I'm sure we could've fought about it No bullshit, I been the best But nobody wanna talk about it Big flex when I murder shit Kill a record, put some chalk around it Can't nobody hold a candle to him Ain't no competition, it's a bad match Got 'em trippin' like a bad batch I been wildin' like I'm Mad Max Ready to die like I'm Big Pop Shop's open, call it big blocks If you lo mein, I got big chops Take your breath away like a rib shot Got the whole hood in a chokehold Hand to hand, like a wrist lock Put your lil mans in a chokehold And my lil mans take his wristwatch Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Kickin' it with my soul Whippin' it by myself Smokin' all these O's Skirt-skirt on these hoes Pull up on God like "where it at big bro?" You strapped big bro? Where you at when you die big bro? Is it really bout money and gold? Riches and hoes, guaranteed by the bible? Sound good, I might go Hold up, that's hypo-thetical Control, over desire But music belongs to Lucifer, right? Yeah, doin' the devil's work when you pop a perc Bet you feelin' nice What a vice, like what a life Why would I wanna live it twice? You fuckin' right, I'm fuckin' nice I been up, like all life That means all night Don't ask if I'm alright I'm on sight, like see you