I’m the devil

So you wanna talk crap about me Just cuz you don’t know how to flee the facility Bruh I’ll trap you in my attic or basement until you need a breath mint Can’t you take another hint If you try to talk tough just know yo skrawny self boutta be skinned Put yo skin pinned on a tree When I come to your buddy’s crib She or he gon be pleading until the end is leading Yeah I’m a child, but my looks be deceiving, misleading It’s yo skin that I be feeding on For you there is no god I ain’t gonna get caught Watch you rot while you choke on a blood clot If you don’t like me singing these lyrics then check out this new knife I bought