Текст песни Devil Swerve 666 - T'so , 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