The Gr8 - Devil Man Lyrics

Stab ya skull with a plethora of pens and call you pin head
Not the father of Satan but hell I'm raising purebred
Battle for sanity everyday with demonic voice in head
Devilman Devilman wicked ruler of the undead
Devilman Devilman wicked ruler of the undead
Devilman Devilman wicked ruler of the undead
My demons haunt your demons they're always looking for weaker pray
Cross my path and they will crucified you were you stand man okay

Pessimist get condemn to a horrendous and desolate place
Indefinitely they face agony bestowed upon them for being a disgrace
I have a benevolent flow like watching Satan you're in for hell of a show
I'm an aggro Pharaoh that mow foes with a weed wacker from head to toe
Petulant emcees are cancer to society I terminate exterminate
Molded by hate love, sympathy, compassion were eviscerated
My mind houses a universe of tremendous knowledge
I pledge like the cleaning products to sledge hammer heads
With more similes and metaphors than ever grain of sand that populates oceans floors
If it's war I'll slice your core with a scythe and drop salt in your sores
When is rains it pours especially when I am brainstorming
Handle beef like a 5 star chef plot twist on a George Foreman
Like a dead battery on a charger bruh I revolt against millennial rap
No hate but the truth is I'm just not into that crap
Punchline like a tablespoon of NyQuil one hit and it'll instantly knock you out

Stab ya skull with a plethora of pens and call you pin head
Not the father of Satan but hell I'm raising purebred.
Battle for sanity everyday with demonic voice in head
Devilman Devilman wicked ruler of the undead
Devilman Devilman wicked ruler of the undead
Devilman Devilman wicked ruler of the undead
My demons haunt your demons they're always looking for weaker pray
Cross my path and they will crucified you were you stand man okay

I crush mics like a hydraulic press move like a pro who master chest
Limits that never been surpassed I transgressed nevertheless
I'm ill refusing to convalesce been oppressed but that didn't halt my success
Lyrics engraved in shells, words ammunition in a glock that's suppressed
Train by the Lleague of Assassins katana I wield with firm grasp
Pay attention novices to what I'm saying with your memory cache
Some claim I'm too brash don't sas me, harass and get ya skull smash
I pilot a spaceship with light years per hour on the dash
I zip pass like throwing a football enclosed in a zip lock bag
Best wave ya white flag or get turned into an inanimate punching bag
I can backup what I say rapping in reverse on a spar harddrive
Lethargic gluteuses like an immobile vehicle they have no drive
Yall bore me with tired flows yall some anesthesiologist
Prepare an entree of knuckle sandwiches and make swallow fist
Asynchronous watch on my wrist displays how long the universe exist
A gift from father time an exquisite genuine piece for your highness
Tick-tock what the time is

Stab ya skull with a plethora of pens and call you pin head
Not the father of Satan but hell I'm raising purebred
Battle for sanity everyday with demonic voice in head
Devilman Devilman wicked ruler of the undead
Devilman Devilman wicked ruler of the undead
Devilman Devilman wicked ruler of the undead
My demons haunt your demons they're always looking for weaker pray
Cross my path and they will crucified you were you stand man okay