Smoke with the Devil

I'm wakin' up out of my sleep
And I'm thinkin' I'm dreamin'
I feel like I'm goin' insane
I can just feel the presence of another
Spirit inside me controllin' my brain
Tryin' to get me to commit bloody murder
For money and set niggas up for that stain
Visions of demons be screamin' and fiendin'
For spirits of niggas that fucked up the game
I'm climbin' up out of my bed with a head full of
Thoughts that might get me locked up in a cell
Lookin' for weapons, I'm steppin' up off in
A coffin, I'm lost and exhausted as well
Suddenly out of the ground a vision appears in such a demonly form
Thunder and lightning, so frightening in darkness
Cover the sky while my body gets warm
I feel like I'm goin' insane, I'm feelin' pain
I wanna break free but I'm frozen
Am I forbidden to die by the fact I'm a fuck
With the curse of the devil that's chosen?
Oh no, for real though, my nigga
The spirit is bigger than life and is larger than death
I'm hypin', I'm hyperventilatin', waitin'
For Satan to show and I'm holdin' my breath
Oh, will he appear?
Will he just come and collect elements from my body and soul?
Or will he come kill me and drill me with teeth
In my stomach and vomit on me 'til I swole?
I'm tryin' to be brave and not fear no evil
For nothin' 'cause I know that he's on a hunt
I pulled out a Swisher and split it and lit
It and hit it and passed the devil a blunt

"Let me get that
That's some good shit!
You're up again, motherfucker"

The devil got high and we sat and we talked
About life and I asked him was hell any fun
He told me that it would be chaos, killin'
Stealin', dealin' in murder from dusk until dawn
Then he said demons would control the streets
Like police and kill anyone seen doin' good
Crack would be given to people that's livin' in
Fright or they're not scared to walk through the hood
He spoke about so many things that sounded
Like a lie so I said to myself this ain't real
He found out that I was in doubt and he jumped
In my spirit and he made me rob, steal, and kill
Menacin' people for nothin', I pulled out my
Glock and started bustin' on women at random
Spittin' off in bitches' faces, all colors and
Races 'cause it's true, I really can't stand 'em
Catchin' up niggas that's purgin' 'cause I got
That urge and I'm finna grow horns on my head
And rewrite the exorcist next to this corpse that
I killed with my nine and I'm fit for the lead
The devil jumped out of me, then he appeared
And he showed me pictures of the bodies I slayed
I couldn't believe what I did so I tried to
Break free but he captured me just like a slave
He took me to Tennessee, then he told me to
Look down and there I was standin' on my grave
I tried to jump off but I couldn't, I started
Sinkin', I'm thinkin' I gotta stay brave
I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere with nothin'
But pain and I'm prayin' for the demons to hunt
But that's what I get for thinkin' I can sit
With the devil and joke and smoke on a blunt

"Hahaha
You stupid motherfucker
Hahaha
You're gonna burn
You're gonna burn!
Hahaha"

The devil took me to a spot and I watched as
He sacrificed so many souls of the living
The niggas that's blessed with no heart are the
Niggas they kill are considered to be unforgiven
They put 'em on crosses and burn 'em with torches
And I watch as they blow and go up in smoke
The scent from the bodies so strong and it's
Makin' me sick to my stomach as I start to choke
I'm tremblin', shakin' and feelin' so
Strange and I'm changin' into somethin'
What's goin' on? My soul has been taken control of
With no love and hate is inside me makin' me do wrong
The devil himself is inside me, I feel him
Oh, what shall I do? Shall I stop and give in?
Or should I just pray to the man in the sky
That I die before he makes me commit a sin?
I'm askin' for help and I'm screamin' "Help!"

As I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take
As I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take
In other words, nigga, you need to quit
Smokin' blunts with the motherfuckin' devil
Believe that shit, the devil a low-down motherfucker
You know what I'm sayin'? He ain't shit to be fucked with
Take it from me, nigga
Believe that shit, nigga, Trademarc on the beat, huh
Fuck the world! And I'm out