DEVILMAN CRYBABY ft. JOJANK Lyrics

A ruthless kid who shoot thru ribs

Who used to go and shoot thru rims

We doing dirt, we used to it

Them politician suits'll fit

The average criminal don't wear a ski mask

He wear Hugo shit

I lived everywhere except the city where the heroes live

I flip the blade a million ways

To make for my mix of pain

A list of names and pistol aimed

For every face that switched up lanes

See my targets, hit the range

I'm off the rocker, bit deranged

I slit a couple jugulars to feel they blood

I missed the rain

The sun just set

My son don't fret

I'm starving way too often I ain't satisfy hunger yet

I made a promise to my younger self and I don't lose on bets

I'm losing sleep not losing stress

Was way too deep and too depressed

Cause what if a co-sign from jid is as big as I'll ever get?

They say I'm too devilish

I show em what terror is

Was born with the coldest wrist

My home was a horrid pit

I roll with some dobermans

In the jungle where cobras live

I'm accustomed to horror flicks

I know customs gon cuss the kid

Cause I stomped in with customs kicks

On my conscience a constant hiss

From the bombings and other shit

That's too common I often tick

Its a symptom of how we live

All the muscle im mustering

Just to hold til the chorus hit

Who the culprit who sculpted this

Think it starts where the pulpit is

But too often they bombing kids

We all hoping for hopelessness

Think a post is the dopest fix

To a hoax that's apocalypse

But they boasting and talking shit

Til them coffins from coughing fits

Get u caught in sarcophagus

Wait, wait

Who sold off all the bricks?

Who cut the nose up off the sphinx?

I seen a lot of rainy days

And so im built for cuban linx

It's a wonder how I keep my calm cause usually im pissed

I done seen enough to make you wanna go and call it quits

Children crying rivers dying agent orange, phosphorus

I was walking thru the desert where they say the prophet lived

I done seen them shady deals where evil demons profiting

Whether they rob and steal they job to kill

They pushing to who popping pills

You copy this is not a drill

It's rocky in them hidden hills

Still, I will kill

I don't want to

But I will if I got to

Bomb first like Pac do

Take off at Mach two

Dump gawd like Mach too

Five seven's like haikus

You see just how I move

We striking at high noon

Bloods, crips and pyroos

Appetite primal

We keeping it tribal

The only way for survival