Devil's Got A Hold feat. Slaughterhouse

歌詞

[Hook] I tossed I turn, cant sleep at night I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite It seems that I can?t win this fight Hands together if you there tell?em leave me alone Devils got a hold of me Devils got a hold of me Devils got a hold of me (Devils got a hold of me) [Joell Ortiz] Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat He hates when I?m writing so the thing on my nightstand starts ringing, lighting up, Vibrating and all that I don?t wanna see no wall crack I just wanna perform at the biggest place in the World cause I?m dope like them four packs Sitting in, writes on my window sill Making sure everything stays on chill ? wearing all white? Sayin? pay yo bills So that raw metaphor that I thought of before I don?t remember no more cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store And I heard?so you off touring?? I turn and seen his whore that I used to fiend for that aint never let me score Looking at me like I?m something she aint never ever saw So a one hour run somehow turned into 24 Wifey callin?, I hit ignore My priorities is poor, listen Lord [Hook] [Royca Da 5'9'] (Nickel) My life is like a box of chocolates, I work hard for it Plus I am awkward, uh I am an addict?s son, plus I am an addict son! I am an 8k addict, uh, Travis drums I am the lead done factor thats why I got an edge on rappers I am red rum backwards I see your crew and get deep so you can respect it, jump me I signed a deal with my maker, Satan?s my record company I got a k canon, I buy chincillas My bitches rocking luci-furr after they say Tannon Now can you say tannon better yet say Dannon The coupe look just like yoghurt, I fly I aint landing I am the bank bandit I got a buying problem I goes in and walk out with all the money but I aint rob?em [Hook] [Joe Budden] I?m talking, I?m talking, He talks, I listen GPS on my position Just living, just hanging out with the opposition Can?t take the heat, get the f-ck out the kitchen Stupid, ya?ll, think it was just me I belong in prison crazy by my own admission On a mission to grab a podium Let me tell the public that I?m self-destructive I aint looking for no help, f-ck it Look for a way to get high I?m still alive, 6 million ways to die and still a few more left to try ? We just going back and forth feeling like tenants standing underneath rain What are we sayin?, friends and family wanted me to change But its too late cause my feet is getting comfy on the flames, check it I don?t wanna be another n-gga with no gold No fame, success, n-gga, no hope Sleep in the corner in Soho My uppers down, its no dough F-ck it they aint put me under yet Think what you wish I aint got one regret [Hook] [Crooked I] My automobile is not a Bentley He knows that my pockets empty The devil, so consequently he gotta tempt me Standing on the block, you should not offend me I rock a semi, like Prada Fendi, I don?t think the spirit of God is in me Just wicked wispers of scriptures, satan is narrating I heard you got a safe in your crib so I?m there waiting Nobody safe in your crib, when I?m in that staircase I?m bare-faced Possessed by what you possess, I?m hell raising And I just left somebody?s father a quadriplegic Told em not to move or get shot to Egypt He did not believe it He?s losing blood and I?m cold blooded like I?m anemic I need a doctor I?m psychotic maybe I should watch The Secret Or see a Priest and I might just chill Or will I blow?em outta the confession booth like on Righteous Kill Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will I hope I seek some forgiveness cause my life was real