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Lyrics
(Chorus)
Oh Lord
Tell the devil I'm coming
Oh Lord
He wants blood well i got it
Oh Lord
No tell him I am not running
Oh Lord
(Verse)
I swear on my life he is in for a fight cause I'm coming for blood.
I'm running the beat back, pushing my seat back, rolling a sweet pack.
They can't breathe , wheezing, coughing, they need the C pap.
They fiends, addicts, need a fix, they bout to relapse.
This happy machine beat got LOTE about to beam up.
Warp speed, feel the breeze, take routes that's scenic.
Past the moon, light the sky, just like a Phoenix
Run em down to the ground just like a cheetah.
After school, 3 o clock, I fuck the beat up.
All in my feelings, breezy, a little windy.
Last of the emcees, all these flows, Lote I gets busy.
Spike the whiskey with some Draino
kill em swiftly.
Tornados over volcanos, a little risky
Shit gets fatal quickly in wicked city
I'm getting tipsy, slipping, my mind is tripping.
The drunk DJ got the beat stuck on replay.
I don't know why they Make it so easy.
(Chorus)
Oh Lord, tell the devil I'm coming.
Oh Lord, he wants blood well I got it.
Oh Lord, no tonight I'm not running
Oh Lord, I swear on my life, he's in for a fight, cause I'm coming for blood.
(Verse)
Dark chocolate, out the box, call me Hershey.
Once again, taking em on a lyrical journey.
I'm parched, thirsty, plus my back is hurting.
Some Lemon juice with some turmeric for inflammation
I'm hard at work. Whats my purpose?
Am I worthy?
The Waters dark, deep, kind of murky.
Can't sleep, feels like something is lurking.
C4, off the web, the bomb is dirty.
A little nerdy, crazy, I'm 730.
Never political or hypocritical, niggas be hitting me the subliminals.
Cut the umbilical, shit getting critical
I found the cure, I'm performing the surgery urgently.
Physical therapy, this is no stereotypical rapper.
Im not the one that you're after.
No mythical, biblical type of a character, digital criminal stealing your taxes.
Stranger danger, slave traders, Yogi bear, fuck the ranger.
Fires raging in Australia
Bro I dont know what to tell you.
All the Hate, all the rage, all the pain we gotta deal with.
The illest, my flow contagious, loony toon, shit i spit is straight outrageous.
The realist, Bobby Spielberg, I'll make you famous.
A real thriller, horror flick, got you fainting.
Rapper killer, jig ya, Jack the ripper.
Dope dealer, iller I'm that nigga.
Flow sicker, quicker on the trigger
Lote bigger, Godzilla, I'm stomping niggas out.
Oh Lord, tell the devil I'm coming.
Oh Lord, he wants blood well I got it.
Oh Lord, no tonight I'm not running.
I swear on my life, he is in for a fight.
So tonight, tell the devil I'm coming for blood.
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap