Got the devils own luck/no more a rebel, grown up
Blowing that money here, making money in europe
Real slow yea i'll make you feel special
Cause hes settled in a vessel
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
You in the devils creek/ when you lose the paddle/ boy you betta learn to swim
She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since
Listen to the devils voice and it's giving me chills
Heeding a meeting with the devils anvil.
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
The devils drug got me feeling a real good high./
How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
By the devil, im special, theres no settled blood vessel
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