DAMiiAN DeViLL - 56DeVille

This one's for the outlaws, the quick draws, the real motherfuckin individuals
Brought up in the era where drug use and abuse is nothing but habitual
Parents ain't parents, they're just hypocritical
Hippie, yuppie, guppie, poggies, no wonder they all so miserable

I'm the angst, the depression, the despair
This is Slumerica's truth
And Jesus fucking Christ, what a nightmare
And Jesus fucking Christ, what a nightmare

What a nightmare
What a nightmare

Aimless with such strange assistants
But so helpful with a shovel of so many sucker-ass bitches
And worsened batches getting recalled in total
As a token of gratitude for my rhythmic rage and attitude
Seriously, y'all, I can't even begin to get mad at some of y'all
Deep in the cup, deep in the cut, red bluff get stuffed

111 proof, no more sleepin' giant like
The Duke of Earl but unlike him I ain't peddlin' lil girls
I'm twirlin' rhythms and rhymes
Hookin' bait on the powerline
What a wonderful, tragical, magical, radical world

In a pirate's life like mine
I'm livin' like a trailer park sailor
No nail, no fail, no resuscitation
Neither DNR, GNR, we at war, good lord
I'm like Clark G'Abel sittin' at the table
Me and my kin gone with the wind
Steampunks, slum funk, Michoacán, Benny V
And little old me, General Lee
Your huckleberry always rockin' the golden ones rail
Hail to the Mother Mary
And the ATLiens is up in this bitch, we gettin' it crunk
Slam-dunkin' on these doughnuts, so what

Freedom
If ya wanna come with us
Freedom
Ima leave em in the dust
Freedom
Ima speaker when I bust
Freedom
And I'm gonna hit the clutch
Sometimes I feel like I'm goin back home
Sometimes I feel like I'm goin back home
Worldwide Choppers

Won't shut down this tower of power
That I'm keepin' the light shinin' in
Enriched in the darkest of hours
Hell to the nah yall better call Saul
Cause I ain't gonna get outta my seat
To catch one of y'all from a long overdue fall
From a place that you don't deserve to call home
Cause you're a disgrace, it's not your place
To pick and choose a crew to abuse and use
Like this fuckin' brood of new-school branches
In the government, bitch, I refuse

I'm in a pool so old, an original soul
I pity the fool following whatever half-assed stock
Come to suck the cock of who rules, what?
Nothin' much, just the whole dimension
They got your precious world spinnin' in sinnin' in, I'm pennin' in puttin' my own twist of fate up in this bitch's cunt's face
You frosted flakes, straight up hate one thing, and that's real men
So the hopes for each new genesis
Is to become way more fragile and unstable
So when a beast breaks and shakes it loose
Gotta be careful that it doesn't release the evil
No matter the gentleman or the feminine
Cause the world wide choppers didn't really want to do it
But they have to risk sendin' in him, Mr. Grimm
Their last hope in Hell is in the hands of me
The seven seas, Slim Shady, and Student of Rhythm and Poetry flowin sweet and if gets anymore supreme
He'll have to stitch a brand new name on the back of my jersey
Cause I'm worthy, just call his latest name
So don't play with Dr. PJ
And in the name you may say with dismay
As I delightfully pin it in to get Marshall
His love, yes sir
Yours Truly, St. Swimenem
Don-P come rippin' in!
I know you're tryin' to hide the fact that you like what you see
But what you see and aint what you get, that's that thing you don't profess
And ain't refusin' to give up, he been choosin' to forever let me lead
And be a reason to show all opposed
They're fucked

Freedom
If ya wanna come with us
Freedom
Ima leave em in the dust
Freedom
Ima speaker when I bust
Freedom
And I'm gonna hit the clutch
Freedom
If ya wanna come with us
Freedom
Ima leave em in the dust
Freedom
Ima speaker when I bust
Freedom
And I'm gonna hit the clutch

Sometimes
I feel like
I'm going back home
Sometimes
I feel like
I'm going back home

Fall is upon us and summer was short
But it did spring the icy king from the fiery forges
Who already built the forge for mojo snow
To lock in and reload
For a long and legendary winter coming
Hell, it's already here, already upon all of you
And me, shit, I just tend forget
Cause all the eyes on me hit with the swiftness
Thank God for the knowledge to know without
Or with college ignorance, it's not even close to being what I consider bliss, I mean, holy shit

When you're down in front of your town
You ever look in front of the clown, I'm telling you now
I'm doin' it under the ground, a wonderful sound

Unconditional love
But still won't shut down
But that covert op did try to drain
That unlimited power
Coming to the space cowboy

Who you can never drop
I ain't changed, it's always the same
Mojo's up in the game
Pop

Written by:
Joseph Drew

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