Devil Talk-Keenan Layne/Oscar Ali/Seth Bowman

I speak from where the devil walks Hallowed lands of scorched rock, Beneath the boiling sun Another body’s been dropped Home alone with no phone I hear devil talk I try not to gawk oh what a awful thought From hell I’m brought With individual lessons to be taught Thy father, why bother with this repugnant thought You and I are not cut from the same cloth When sinister thought enters into my cores centers I think back to my mentors The re-inventors of rap When motherfuckers where packed up with Straps shootin fuckers up over lyrical rap Be quiet, Listen when I speak devil talk Temple lands among the sheep I’ll stalk Eternally obtaining currency like a courtesy What’s your worth to me Shit I don’t know How much to sell yo soul to the highest bidder Your will I’ll surrender In the finest casinos I’ll be the highest spender for my own splendor What’s your worth to me This time I’ll have an answer I speak from where the devil walks Hallowed lands of scorched rock, Beneath the boiling sun Another body’s been dropped Walking while I’m talking to demons and angels alike Keeping it real yeah I won’t say sike The demons are sounding better Protection for my fam and the guaranteed cheddar Speaking to the devil when I’m going to sleep Says he needs a sacrifice but it won’t be cheap If you want the fame and riches Pull up on some pregnant bitches Leave em’ in ditches Beaten up battered in need of stitches After then I’ll grant your wishes Contracts with Satan shit gets serious Don’t be acting delirious Or youre losin your fuckin’ life Lucifer opposed God and now he’s the devil Just like me and you he was tryna revel In the finer things Diamond rings Living lavish Spread the wings Crib is larger than the kings When you get this poppin devil talk is all around I hope you can hold your ground Or you’ll for sure get drowned I speak from where the devil walks Hallowed lands of scorched rock, Beneath the boiling sun Another body’s been dropped Devil talk More like the devil talks when I speak You little freak don’t peek you’ll get what’s comin’ to your little cheeks Underneath is where i’ll leave your body rotting for weeks And if you stink don’t worry I will wrap you up in two sheets And I’ll put you in a garbage bag Let out a sigh of relief Then retrieve the cement and bury the hatchet with the beef Oh shit should I say beef I should probably say your human meet And after your defeat you’ll be eaten like sugar treats Not by me by my dogs They will eat you head to feet And me and the dawgs will go to the store and buy some swisher sweets But buyings not the word for this We’re strapped from head to feet Everywhere we go we overdue it guaranteed So when (the devil speaks) you better get up on your feet And listen to the fucking words i’m saying or end up on your knees Begging for your shitty life Shits so fucking easy jeez I just wiped my ass on this beat Time to spray some Fabreeze I speak from where the devil walks Hallowed lands of scorched rock, Beneath the boiling sun Another body’s been dropped