deepundergroundpoetry.com
In The Game~with the talented DevilsChild
razor sharp don't let my rap cut ya
I'm a demon bitch don't you know me yet?
if you do holla at me
I'll sell your soul for best offer
damn the devil won't give me a buck
you're a sick twisted fuck
already owned and up for trade
slithers in the head demoness
she wants to taste your pride
bitter sweet vile'caine
do a line and melt your brain
she sees you are up for war
she desires to know you more
I got ten million fucks to give
come get yours if you can handle it
DC and the queen of the underground
together we're hated more than the president
you see, you and me
we come from rough streets
understanding it's thieve or starve
privileged preps could never understand
it's the paved jungle that calls us like withdrawal
they try to tame my blood
I see nothing wrong
ghetto strong
bust a nut and a lip
drink, smoke, fuck, for the hell of it
I'm a lion strung out with no cage
ready to blow up on these flock of sheep
come with me
Bonnie and Clyde mixed with Cid and Nancy
I see you got heart
got the mean streets thrumming through you
I have some voodoo they've never seen before
combined with your juju we will rise in rank
go from most hated to skyscraper
rousing all the phenes
teachin um what it is to be really mean
I know you feel me so let's blow
I got your number
our demons be teeming
this is our shitshow!!!
damn...
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 5
reading list entries 1
comments 9
reads 557
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.