Knocking On The Devil's Door

im rapping for the hell of it everytime i battle anybody they dont even speak on any relevance you mite be out your element breaking records like its china off the bat like genocide a slightly delicate issue to raise my pencil and page mite get you engaged half these so called battles prewrittens dont even mention my name i send em the flame but at the end of the day only real see real so at the end imma stay til i use gimmics just to get them to sway but i keep it real its not like winnings getting em paid after battles everybody be forgetting your name so sit the fuck down bitch and pray lil nigga get in your lane coz we dont fuck with no religion buddhists presbyterians or christians live by theory stuck inside a prison tunnel vision you dont really wanna fuck with real life a steel knife will steal life out ya windpipe imma take you to the darkside but i bet you couldnt sin right im like forgive me lord for i have sinned he like whats wrong son im like yo where do i begin we got acid we got molly we got weed we got e we got dmt bzp heroin cocaine and promethazine tremadol xanax and lean morphine n phetamines porches and ketamine my shop is better than ever been