Lucifer ft. Bizarre of D12 & Jon Michael Cinda Lyrics

I did it my way

(Oh my god, its Jay Williz

He's back in the East Bay

Oh, but he's with his wife

Oh, but he got like 6 hoes in the back)

Lucifer, son of the morning

Your favorite demon, death of man

Your dreams weren't made up, too late to wake up

Should've killed him when you had the chance

Lucifer, son of the morning

Your favorite demon, death of man

Your dreams weren't made up, too late to wake up

Should've killed him when you had the chance

Why would I sell what I never had

I'm the American dream, the star that is hanging on the flag

With punk, metal or rap

Acting like I never gave a fuck, well I probably have in the past life

But I'm still a fuckin pariah

The extrovert side of me is locked away, wasted tied up

Tha's probably how I found out

That no matter how much I keep inside, there's always something that i'ma belt out

Like fuck you, I grew up broke

Trailer trash aint a joke

I always the person they left behind though

So when you go to tell me you're broke, I'm asking why though

Press your ink, get your paper blow upon arrival, get it?

Blow up on a rival, no? then plan B

I'ma be here til you die though, probably why you can't stand me

Born with Lucifers horns, told him that I'll be back soon

First I got to go sell a million records with tattoos

Righteous but deemed a mortal

Shot right through a portal

Tells me to sign on the dotted line

She could be yours, your dreams could come true but he wants something of mine

It won't hurt a bit, come forth and submit

It's almost within your grasp

But you must act fast cuz this deal won't last

If you want to be my her side, yeah

Lucifer, son of the morning

Your favorite demon, death of man

Your dreams weren't made up, too late to wake up

Should've killed him when you had the chance

Lucifer, son of the morning

Your favorite demon, death of man

Your dreams weren't made up, too late to wake up

Should've killed him when you had the chance

Bizarre kid, known as a car jacker

I act rapper, smack, mack her, backpacker

Look at me and look at you

Smoke weed, fuck a bitch, that's all I want to do

Nasty, dirty, so forgetful

Fuck your wife, I'm so disrespectful

Gin and juice, I'm throwing up

Powder on my face like Lebron when he woman up

Doggy style bitches half my age

I run off stage and blow you with a twelve-gauge

Who nasty, who dirty

Who half asleep and it's only 4:30

Hot all summer, I pop your brother

Did two years in the feds, I sold to an undercover

I shit on n****s, I get on n****s

I hawk tuah, spit on n****s, weirdo

Lucifer, son of the morning

Your favorite demon, death of man

Your dreams weren't made up, too late to wake up

Should've killed him when you had the chance

Lucifer, son of the morning

Your favorite demon, death of man

Your dreams weren't made up, too late to wake up

Should've killed him when you had the chance

Lucifer, son of the morning

Your favorite demon, death of man

Your dreams weren't made up, too late to wake up

Should've killed him when you had the chance

Lucifer, son of the morning

Your favorite demon, death of man

Your dreams weren't made up, too late to wake up

Should've killed him when you had the chance