POOP BOX (DISS TO THE DEVIL 6) + Lyrics

If you think the price of winning is too high, wait till you get the bill from regret

Okay, all black, poop box, zoming down the street

Bible blicky tuck, got NLTs under my seat

Daily bread, served, tell them boys bon appetit

Okay, shoes of peace on, holy designer on my feet, okay

Devil block get beat down, knock him on the street

We don't even gotta do none, jesus make him flee

I ain't rocking with no jezabel, don't care if she pretty, or petite

Demon talkin' down, I take my shoe and stomp him on the beat

Come here

That's that Bible talk

That's how my Bible talk

Bible blicky tough, cut demons up all on the devil block

Devil think he tough, we break him down like he some Lego blocks

Talkin' down, on God I read this word and knock you out your socks

Hit satan block with Tie Fighters, we gon' spin around and blow him up

Okay, all black, poop box, zoming down the street

Bible blicky tuck, got NLTs under my seat

Daily bread, served, tell them boys bon appetit

Okay, shoes of peace on, holy designer on my feet, okay

Imagine fallin' out of heaven, dang lil bro that's tough

I hear you talkin' all that hot, but you ain't nun but bluff

Yeah, you mad I love the Lord, you mad I let his glory rain

Yeah, you mad that I got saved, I rolled this Bible, it's not a K

Yeah, you mad I killed the old me, had to put that in the grave

Yeah, you mad I serve the Lord, and I don't wanna be yo slave

I know you see this how I walk, and you mad you he give me grace

You mad he come first in my life, you mad that you ain't got first place

Well, come here, beat temptation up, knock his teeth up out his body

Okay, my flesh gon' get neglected while my spirit get paparazzi

My guy gon' step on all them strong holds, you thought would hold me back

I'ma use them chains you used on me and whip you on your back

Okay, all black, poop box, zoming down the street

Bible blicky tuck, got NLTs under my seat

Daily bread, served, tell them boys bon appetit

Okay, shoes of peace on, holy designer on my feet, okay

Okay, all black, poop box, zoming down the street

Bible blicky tuck, got NLTs under my seat

Daily bread, served, tell them boys bon appetit