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DYG - Devilish Young Gods Lyrics




I was conceived in the late 90s
By a family who was just being formed
Tunnel vision
My vision is becoming deformed
Bloody eyes
I have no remorse
I'll bring all my visions to the grave
And delete the source
You can ask me stupid questions
When I'm a dead corpse
And I better not remind you
I'm clinically insane
Came out the womb
Blowing up brains
Feel like juggernaut
Cuz I don't feel pain
I rock only 2 chains
And one strain
I'm drinking Jungle Juice
Can't feel my face
Three O's of this
Think my Trees is maced
Cuz I'm swimming with the fishes
I'm acting like a pigeon
I'm br-b-ringing coke to the kitchen
I'm vividly livid
Over your decisions
And all the little bitches
Now gimme a minute

Devilish Young Gods that's DYG
Devilish Young Gods never thought I'd be
Devilish Young Gods that's DYG
Devilish Young Gods never thought I'd be
Devilish Young Gods that's DYG
Devilish Young Gods never thought I'd be
Devilish Young Gods that's DYG
Devilish Young Gods from a baby
Parents didn't know that we'd become the three
Dabs, Yeets, and a whole lot of Georgie
Like f*ck life's so crazy
Shrooms got me thinking wavy
Never by yourself cuz you've got yourself baby
Joey on the beat, Tribbiani
These ain't my friends
They're my family
Devilish Young Gods you're all about to see
Trippin so hard I'm eating cotton candy
Never forget we Raised from the C
Taking my shot
You know its gutsy
But I back you down
Fade away
Kobe

Devilish Young Gods thats DYG
Devilish Young Gods could it be me
Devilish Young Gods thats DYG
Devilish Young Gods could it be me
I hear voices in my head
I hear voices late night sleeping in my bed
Could it be the Devilish Young Gods
Talking to me
Or could it be
All the LSD
I've been doing all these drugs
Feeling like I'm Getting used just like a rug
Feeling like my own grave is getting dug
Feeling like I could never climb above
Like I'm drowning and I can't swim
But I always get the feeling that I
Gotta win
Like I'm in Adventure Time and
I'm Finn
You Jake
We shake and bake
Ricky Bobby
Skirt around the corner
And then run into the lobby
The valet got me
My weed got me
Tally going up
Might change the route cuz you know
We don't give a f*ck
No we don't give a shit
Never get it twisted
You know I would punch a bitch
Aye, Sweet Lew would punch a bitch

People been tripping a long ass time
But now everybody be on LSD
So nothing's out of the ordinary
They be tricky with the propaganda
Say its sick then plant paraphernalia
On you
Have you ever seen two stars collide
Have you ever resisted
When they tested your pride
They've got us conditioned like they padlocked
And we're just a bunch of dogs
What's wrong
Don't you see what's going on
The key's got me dancing
Don't know what's happening
I'm a beast
LSD
LSD
Must be me
Must be me
Must be me
Joseph and the three
You know, DYG
And Lew, he's sweet
So tempting
But you can't have a piece

Dabs, the man of the year
I take dabs they are clear
I take tabs no fear
I'm a horse no queer
Not from the f*cking South
I'm a motherf*cking champ like your boy Country House
You a mouse
I'll take your squad out
Then take your bitch out
Like a motherf*cking queen
I show up on the scene
Got drip on me
And purple in my cup
You know what's up
Gonna need backup
Cuz we killing on the track
Never call a bitch back
But I give her ass a slap
And I finish on her back
Y'all boys be whack
Hop off my nut sack
Don't need your feedback
Those skills you lack
My words hit the ladies like a aphrodisiac
I'm a f*cking maniac
Brain like an almanac
I'm rapping smacked
I'm clapping blacked
We the beasts of the North repping our city
That's Sauce Murph Jew Lew
Y and G
Don't remember who I am
Just remember who I'll be
Devilish Young Gods on a killing spree

Welcome to my past life
A crisis but no midlife
DYG's got straight
But I prefer the beaker type
Rappers rapping off key
Thinking that they MF Doom
Talking bout forever
But can't even get past the afternoon
They'll show their true colors
After the phase of honeymoon
Light up a blunt
While your girl remove my fruit of the looms
Zack fox will tweet a meme
And you will go at his head
But don't bat an eye
When kids actually get shot dead
Talking bout protecting your rights
But what about our right to live
Go to school, to the movies
I can't deal with this shit
I'm on a different wavelength
Yeah Super Saiyan strength
Cheshire kids charging 40
For a motherf*cking eighth
Hop in the wraith
When the horses together
Keep back for your own sake
I ain't joshing
We nasty
Don't need no million dollar feature from Drake
Joey on the beat
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I was conceived in the late 90s
By a family who was just being formed
Tunnel vision
My vision is becoming deformed
Bloody eyes
I have no remorse
I'll bring all my visions to the grave
And delete the source
You can ask me stupid questions
When I'm a dead corpse
And I better not remind you
I'm clinically insane
Came out the womb
Blowing up brains
Feel like juggernaut
Cuz I don't feel pain
I rock only 2 chains
And one strain
I'm drinking Jungle Juice
Can't feel my face
Three O's of this
Think my Trees is maced
Cuz I'm swimming with the fishes
I'm acting like a pigeon
I'm br-b-ringing coke to the kitchen
I'm vividly livid
Over your decisions
And all the little bitches
Now gimme a minute

Devilish Young Gods that's DYG
Devilish Young Gods never thought I'd be
Devilish Young Gods that's DYG
Devilish Young Gods never thought I'd be
Devilish Young Gods that's DYG
Devilish Young Gods never thought I'd be
Devilish Young Gods that's DYG
Devilish Young Gods from a baby
Parents didn't know that we'd become the three
Dabs, Yeets, and a whole lot of Georgie
Like f*ck life's so crazy
Shrooms got me thinking wavy
Never by yourself cuz you've got yourself baby
Joey on the beat, Tribbiani
These ain't my friends
They're my family
Devilish Young Gods you're all about to see
Trippin so hard I'm eating cotton candy
Never forget we Raised from the C
Taking my shot
You know its gutsy
But I back you down
Fade away
Kobe

Devilish Young Gods thats DYG
Devilish Young Gods could it be me
Devilish Young Gods thats DYG
Devilish Young Gods could it be me
I hear voices in my head
I hear voices late night sleeping in my bed
Could it be the Devilish Young Gods
Talking to me
Or could it be
All the LSD
I've been doing all these drugs
Feeling like I'm Getting used just like a rug
Feeling like my own grave is getting dug
Feeling like I could never climb above
Like I'm drowning and I can't swim
But I always get the feeling that I
Gotta win
Like I'm in Adventure Time and
I'm Finn
You Jake
We shake and bake
Ricky Bobby
Skirt around the corner
And then run into the lobby
The valet got me
My weed got me
Tally going up
Might change the route cuz you know
We don't give a f*ck
No we don't give a shit
Never get it twisted
You know I would punch a bitch
Aye, Sweet Lew would punch a bitch

People been tripping a long ass time
But now everybody be on LSD
So nothing's out of the ordinary
They be tricky with the propaganda
Say its sick then plant paraphernalia
On you
Have you ever seen two stars collide
Have you ever resisted
When they tested your pride
They've got us conditioned like they padlocked
And we're just a bunch of dogs
What's wrong
Don't you see what's going on
The key's got me dancing
Don't know what's happening
I'm a beast
LSD
LSD
Must be me
Must be me
Must be me
Joseph and the three
You know, DYG
And Lew, he's sweet
So tempting
But you can't have a piece

Dabs, the man of the year
I take dabs they are clear
I take tabs no fear
I'm a horse no queer
Not from the f*cking South
I'm a motherf*cking champ like your boy Country House
You a mouse
I'll take your squad out
Then take your bitch out
Like a motherf*cking queen
I show up on the scene
Got drip on me
And purple in my cup
You know what's up
Gonna need backup
Cuz we killing on the track
Never call a bitch back
But I give her ass a slap
And I finish on her back
Y'all boys be whack
Hop off my nut sack
Don't need your feedback
Those skills you lack
My words hit the ladies like a aphrodisiac
I'm a f*cking maniac
Brain like an almanac
I'm rapping smacked
I'm clapping blacked
We the beasts of the North repping our city
That's Sauce Murph Jew Lew
Y and G
Don't remember who I am
Just remember who I'll be
Devilish Young Gods on a killing spree

Welcome to my past life
A crisis but no midlife
DYG's got straight
But I prefer the beaker type
Rappers rapping off key
Thinking that they MF Doom
Talking bout forever
But can't even get past the afternoon
They'll show their true colors
After the phase of honeymoon
Light up a blunt
While your girl remove my fruit of the looms
Zack fox will tweet a meme
And you will go at his head
But don't bat an eye
When kids actually get shot dead
Talking bout protecting your rights
But what about our right to live
Go to school, to the movies
I can't deal with this shit
I'm on a different wavelength
Yeah Super Saiyan strength
Cheshire kids charging 40
For a motherf*cking eighth
Hop in the wraith
When the horses together
Keep back for your own sake
I ain't joshing
We nasty
Don't need no million dollar feature from Drake
Joey on the beat
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Writer: Adam Gaudette, Derrick D'Amato, Joseph Murphy, Lewis Calhoun, Matthew Albino, Patrick Bourdeau
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