Pazuzu2 by Tulpadrip Lyrics
I feel like Pazuzu from the exorcist
Pazuzu 2, yeah I got your soul little bitch
In the night-time, I’m out my mind plotting on some shit
In the night-time, I’m in your mind I’m getting rich
I feel like Pazuzu from the exorcist
Pazuzu 2, yeah I got your soul (Your soul)
In the night-time, I’m in my mind plotting on some shit
In the night-time, I’m in your mind I’m getting rich
Nineteen years old but bitch, I feel like your daddy
Drop your addy
Pop up at your house I’m not even capping
Exorcism for girls, man, I keep rapping
Keep it clapping with these black magic spells; it is tragic
Are you ready to die?
Cause I fucking am
Jesus Christ your lord the savior, I am the man
Yes, I fucking am Pazuzu from the exorcist
The demon from the exorcist
Pazuzu from the exorcist
Since a little jit, I’ve been in these streets
So young all this stress I was just sixteen
Had an a assault rifle pointed at my head
I should of been fucking dead; I’m dead
Been walking round Broward County like I’m the shit
I feel like Pazuzu from the exorcist
I’ve been walking round Broward County Florida like I’m the shit
I feel like Pazuzu from the exorcist
Been walking round Broward County like I’m the shit
I feel like the demon from the exorcist
Walking round Broward County Florida like I’m the shit
I feel like Pazuzu from the exorcist
You're charging my sigil; it’s in the whispering
B.B. Simons belt keeps souls; the alligator skin is thickening
The skull heads are glistening
Thank you all for listening
Possession is possible with demons and their entering
One day ima flip, shoot up all your shit
Pazuzu from the exorcist, you know what it is
I know what it is
I’m Pazuzu from the exorcist
The demon from the exorcist
Pazuzu from the exorcist
Since a little jit
I’ve been in these streets
So young all this stress I was just sixteen
Had an a assault rifle pointed at my head
I shoulda been fucking dead
Pazuzu 2, yeah I got your soul little bitch
In the night-time, I’m out my mind plotting on some shit
In the night-time, I’m in your mind I’m getting rich
I feel like Pazuzu from the exorcist
Pazuzu 2, yeah I got your soul (Your soul)
In the night-time, I’m in my mind plotting on some shit
In the night-time, I’m in your mind I’m getting rich
Nineteen years old but bitch, I feel like your daddy
Drop your addy
Pop up at your house I’m not even capping
Exorcism for girls, man, I keep rapping
Keep it clapping with these black magic spells; it is tragic
Are you ready to die?
Cause I fucking am
Jesus Christ your lord the savior, I am the man
Yes, I fucking am Pazuzu from the exorcist
The demon from the exorcist
Pazuzu from the exorcist
Since a little jit, I’ve been in these streets
So young all this stress I was just sixteen
Had an a assault rifle pointed at my head
I should of been fucking dead; I’m dead
Been walking round Broward County like I’m the shit
I feel like Pazuzu from the exorcist
I’ve been walking round Broward County Florida like I’m the shit
I feel like Pazuzu from the exorcist
Been walking round Broward County like I’m the shit
I feel like the demon from the exorcist
Walking round Broward County Florida like I’m the shit
I feel like Pazuzu from the exorcist
You're charging my sigil; it’s in the whispering
B.B. Simons belt keeps souls; the alligator skin is thickening
The skull heads are glistening
Thank you all for listening
Possession is possible with demons and their entering
One day ima flip, shoot up all your shit
Pazuzu from the exorcist, you know what it is
I know what it is
I’m Pazuzu from the exorcist
The demon from the exorcist
Pazuzu from the exorcist
Since a little jit
I’ve been in these streets
So young all this stress I was just sixteen
Had an a assault rifle pointed at my head
I shoulda been fucking dead