*“Demons got my back, I don't even fight it now.” Lyrics ↓*

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Anime: Dragon Ball Z (1989)

Lyrics:

*"Where you gonna go?*
*Where you gonna run?*
*Where you gonna hide?*
*Nowhere, 'cause there's no one like you left!*
*That's right..."*

*Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit*
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping*
*Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks*
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit*
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit*
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit*
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit*
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping*
*Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks*
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit*

[SCRIM]:
Evil spirits takin' over, now they runnin' through my head
Telling me, "grip that fucking gun"
Telling me, "pop that fucking lead"
It's a bird, it's a plane—no, it's Satan in the flesh
I'm that dead motherfucker steady smoking on that death
Satanic holy ghost, snort that holy dope
Infrared scope with that dot right on your throat
I'm that $carecrow in the corner, welcome to my crucifixion
Graveyard livin', murder itchin', don't be superstitious
Demons got my back, I don't even fight it now
Black magic, voodoo power
$uicide's exciting, now see?

*Glocks popping, bustas dropping*
*Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks—*
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit*
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit*
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit*
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit*
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping*
*Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks—*
(Fuck rap, and fuck a rapper)
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit*
(Lets put 'em all in a fucking hole...)

[RUBYDACHERRY]:
I'd rather take a nap after I turn a blunt to ash
Creeping cracker on the chronic, feelin' like a Velociraptor
Pull, pullin' off the patch, but I ain't takin' off the fucking mask
Heard 'em gasp, closed their mouth with the fucking gat's blast
Can't rap about a fine dime's ass no more
G*59 where the beast's signs fine
Fuck a feast, I'm fine dying
Life gave me lemons, but I want a fucking lime
Ain't got the time to die tryin'
Bitch, I know I'll die alone
Either in a ditch or on a throne
Either way, in a pit I'm being thrown
Everything is nothing, and I'm fucking decomposed

*Glocks popping, bustas dropping*
*Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks—*
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit*
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit*
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit*
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping, niggas duckin' from this shit*
*Glocks popping, bustas dropping*
*Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks—*

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