Conversating with Satan by Enola Records Lyrics
Verse 1 (Rogue Dmnd.):
It’s that
Sacred fucking serpent
Fucking swerving all these motherfuckers
Bitch my lungs are hurting
From the swishers i’ve been fucking burning
Churches unearthing the fucking dead reversing
God’s work and
Lurking in the fucking night with a mask and pistol tucked tight
All of y’all are overcompensating
I'm conversating with satan
And saying the same things
Fuck this generation save me
Pay me if i need my payment
Put yo face up in the pavement
Fuck that bitch she fucking lame
I put yo god to fuckin shame
Donе with these motherfuckеrs i can’t trust none of you
But jxmbo he pull up with money and boof
Said “let’s hit the booth*
Gold on my tooth
Grey in my roots
Got blood on my decades
Grab the k let it spray
Bullets eat yo fucking face
Preaching all death to youth
You think you bulletproof imma
Show you what demons do
Verse 2 (Jxmbo):
Pulling up with that prozac
I bring in the pote and we roll that
Switching up, think i know that?
18 bodies had to reload that
You running for cover
You scream for your mother
I'm pulling out thunder
I'Il put you up under
I rest in my coffin
I tread without popping
Ain't nobody stopping
The Prada I'm copping
It's that young cold hearted motherfucker
Beat a sucker
Taking numbers
Fuck your brothers
Smooth as butter
Under cover
Fuck a runner
Usurping my throne I might need that shit back
You flexing online but you dont got a rack
You can't handle my pockets they looking to fat
I'm cooling downtown with a federal sack
You wanna be talking the shit that you lack
I walk in the party and sold yo bitch smack
Young motherfucker with a heart that's a black
Fuck yo girl 3rd day throwback
Fuck a bitch cause he narc
And i dont think he wanna start
L am the king stay in the dark
Fuck you like mean question mark
It’s that
Sacred fucking serpent
Fucking swerving all these motherfuckers
Bitch my lungs are hurting
From the swishers i’ve been fucking burning
Churches unearthing the fucking dead reversing
God’s work and
Lurking in the fucking night with a mask and pistol tucked tight
All of y’all are overcompensating
I'm conversating with satan
And saying the same things
Fuck this generation save me
Pay me if i need my payment
Put yo face up in the pavement
Fuck that bitch she fucking lame
I put yo god to fuckin shame
Donе with these motherfuckеrs i can’t trust none of you
But jxmbo he pull up with money and boof
Said “let’s hit the booth*
Gold on my tooth
Grey in my roots
Got blood on my decades
Grab the k let it spray
Bullets eat yo fucking face
Preaching all death to youth
You think you bulletproof imma
Show you what demons do
Verse 2 (Jxmbo):
Pulling up with that prozac
I bring in the pote and we roll that
Switching up, think i know that?
18 bodies had to reload that
You running for cover
You scream for your mother
I'm pulling out thunder
I'Il put you up under
I rest in my coffin
I tread without popping
Ain't nobody stopping
The Prada I'm copping
It's that young cold hearted motherfucker
Beat a sucker
Taking numbers
Fuck your brothers
Smooth as butter
Under cover
Fuck a runner
Usurping my throne I might need that shit back
You flexing online but you dont got a rack
You can't handle my pockets they looking to fat
I'm cooling downtown with a federal sack
You wanna be talking the shit that you lack
I walk in the party and sold yo bitch smack
Young motherfucker with a heart that's a black
Fuck yo girl 3rd day throwback
Fuck a bitch cause he narc
And i dont think he wanna start
L am the king stay in the dark
Fuck you like mean question mark