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I want to destroy all mankind I must convince humans to come to hell with me Who that? Look Who that? Look Oh, that's Satan, where he at, Like I'm tryna creep and attack Grab that word and up it Like I aim for the head, then I let it clap I'm tryna take a wait I said, I'm tryna take a demon off the map He gon' what? That's cap If that boy ever try he get turned to a pack Angel Michael, pass me the knock Throw shots on bro, let it flock One wrong move, he a soda Like, one wrong move, then he gettin' popped In the heavenly realm, like, that be my block Devil think he him I promise, he not I be with the King of Kings Yeah, I be with my Lord, and he be the rock Tryna send a demon straight to hell In the fire, let him rot All eyes on Jesus Christ, not me Worda bro, I ain't Tupac Worda bro, headin' to the top Caught a demons slippin', like, pass me the mop Grahh, Grahh I'ma empty the clip on bro, can't stop Keep shootin', don't care if he dead Like PUT A DEMON RIGHT TO BED! Bro got the NIV Told him, use that KJV instead One shot Went right through the head Wait, look like a needle and thread If I use the word on me Then it means one thing, yeah, I'm gettin' fed Like, we get to movin' Drunk in the spirit, On bro, I'm too lit Why that demon be actin' so foolish If you with it, then you better prove it Cop me a Bible, put that in the new whip Demons be scared, they know I'ma use it Got beef with pride, like, it's on sight I see him, I'ma shoot it Oh, that's Satan, where he at, Like I'm tryna creep and attack Grab that word and up it Like I aim for the head, then I let it clap I'm tryna take a wait I said, I'm tryna take a demon off the map He gon' what? That's cap If that boy ever try he get turned to a pack Angel Michael, pass me the knock Throw shots on bro, let it flock One wrong move, he a soda Like, one wrong move, then he gettin' popped In the heavenly realm, like, that be my block Devil think he him I promise, he not I be with the King of Kings Yeah, I be with my Lord, and he be the rock Tryna send a demon straight to hell In the fire, let him rot All eyes on Jesus Christ, not me Worda bro, I ain't Tupac Worda bro, headin' to the top Caught a demons slippin', like, pass me the mop Grahh, Grahh I'ma empty the clip on bro, can't stop Satan be straight chatting As long as the body of Christ still on this earth He ain't doing nothing Like, worda bro
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