DEMON KINGS CYPHER ft. ZAC FLIKE & BEEZLEBOB Lyrics

Forty in the bag

Got a mask for the hunt

Finna make it clack

When I step out I stunt

Came in with a bang

Resurrect from the swamp

Six feet deep from the dirt

Coming up

Full metal jacket when I bust back

Bitch you cannot run them

Nah, you cannot run them

Wait till fucking sunset

This is what you wanted

Holes in the back of your neck

Let me poke out your red

Repping my set 'till the grave, it's the end of your day

Seven new names and a pack full of blades

Stabs in his brain make a pussy decay

Cannibal beast of the chain

You can't break me down

Stay in my cave

Let me blow out the pound

We are not the same

Remember my name

It's the end of your days

Who want war with the set

Live with the blade

Let you die by the blade

Who wants blood on his face

Flowing with rage

Shivers from pain

Sell me your soul 'cause I'ma need the money

Flying down the streets like a bee for honey

Trippin on the gas of the devil's bell

Gaining all the power to be king of hell

Breaking all the rules 'cause I'm misunderstood

'Cause my motherfucking mind is all that I took

A sleepwalk in the rain is the cure to my sickness

Homicide to suicide, I'll show you the process

Hell hounds growling

Skulls are rolling

You will never guess what I did last night

Broke all my deals 'cause I shred that tight

Take a girl to paradise

Tell about the homicide

Make it look like suicide

And break her bones

Fuck my bitch straight from behind

Tell about the suicide

Start again the homicide

And break their bones

Goddamn business just stopped in this moment

Nobody moves, 'cause the angel has woken

Chop off the priest's head and show off my token

Cut all their faces 'cause joker is broken

Strike down the churches and snort up their ashes

Fuck off you idiots and melt down the sunset

Swear on your grave because death is a cheater

Satan is dead yeah, long live the reaper

It goes round, round, round in my head like hold-up

Creep around, biggest grin with the devil on my shoulder

Make it count, put the flash on for the pictures while I molder

Slash 'em down 'till their pain is weighing like a fucking boulder

Sipping 'till I cannot hold my cup straight

Fading out, moving up all the way to cloud eight

Drippin' black blood before I go insane

With the knife on my back it is time to desolate

Walk around arms up like a scarecrow

We don't give a fuck, full on aggro

Push em, push em down to the back row

Rolling 'round the street with the black chrome

Hate me as if I ever cared bitch

Break me, try and make it savage

Lately, feel that trigger finger itch

Maybe hell is my district

Unlucky still way on the top

Got enemies stacked up on the drop

A demon king with the rope around his neck

Got a fucked up smile when the bodies gonna drop

I'm an apple in disguise

The serpent in your paradise

Hear me hiss

I never miss

We are here to terrorize

Fuck you bitch it's homocide

Triple six, six, six

Heart and soul's what I devote

When I cut your fucking throat

I will never miss

I will never miss, miss, miss

Now

Shut the silence off

Taking all your scoff

Showing up cuffed

Messin up stuff

Haven't had enough of those papercuts

Burn my guts

Tie the noose

Demon's loose

Drink that booze

From that fucking demon juice

Cobra ties the demonking

Snake blood fucking sickening

In my head's a fucking mess

Doesn't matter nonethelees

Never going to confess to those lies