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Dance with the Devil
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Hip-Hop
Dance with the Devil wurde am 19. Oktober 2011 von Indie Pool als Teil des Albums Chainsawz & Children, Vol. 2 veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum19. Oktober 2011
LabelIndie Pool
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM83

Credits

Songtexte

I eat MCs cause I don't like to waste
Love to hear 'em screamin' and the way the blood taste
All over my face, I'm a new race of cannibal
Hell hath no fury like a half man animal
Suck my dick, I got enough for all of y'all
Y'all can jump on in, hang on and party like it's Mardi Gras
I'm rawer than all of y'all, rot like gangrene
E. coli, come and quiet and kill the whole scene
Yes, I guess you could say that I'm poisonous (poisonous)
Not even the Devil got more poison in this (poison in this)
I be that guy that even though I'm half your size
Don't wanna look me in the eyes, yeah
You start a war but won't battle me
Cause there's enough acid inside my system to fill up a truck battery
So I'm not quite right, might fuck up your night
And turn your house into a crime site, a'ight?
You little boys, I'm like John Wayne Gacy
Go ahead and come and fucking clown paint face me (face me)
Basically, I'm giving my confession
I'm a closet case serial killer, it's an obsession
Yes, I got a God, but not the same God you do
You can call it cuckoo, I call it my voodoo
Who do you trust when you don't even trust yourself
Head to toe, nothing but filth
Y'all really wanted to see what was in my mind
Won't be held responsible for whatever you find
And they say the window to the soul is through the eyes
So I just thought I'd show you that
I'm empty, let me open up the blinds
So do you really wanna dance with the Devil?
Tell me, do you really wanna fucking take that chance?
I can two step, waltz, I can blood walk
All over that ass and this Devil can dance
And I can spit fire like a sideshow freak
With a mouth full of gas while I'm gripping a match
And I can make it hotter than the lava when the volcano blows
Burn you up and finger paint with your ash
So do you really wanna dance with the Devil?
Tell me, do you really wanna fucking take that chance?
I can two step, waltz, I can blood walk
All over that ass and this Devil can dance
And I can spit fire like a sideshow freak
With a mouth full of gas while I'm gripping a match
And I can make it hotter than the lava when the volcano blows
Burn you up and finger paint with your ash
I'm from the sick side, what the fuck's happening in Mystalik's mind?
It's almost as if the Mystalik that we used to know died
And this thing came here to replace him
Now even the demon he sees screaming in the mirror won't even face him
You think I fucking like this shit?
Being so fucked up is causing me to lose my kid (lose my kid)
Got nothing left to lose now
Cocaine, colorful pills, hitting the booze now
That's all of the fucking medication I need
Help me murder the world and make the fucking moon bleed
I'm so far gone, I got my fucking space suit on
I'm wandering around waiting for the
Lift off (Houston, we have a problem)
I know you're jealous, I can taste it
World in the palm of my hand, I turn and face it
Looking at your world like a pearl in a seashell
Wondering how something so pretty could be Hell
I'm one of a kind, I won't rewind, I'll say it again
One of a kind, come up from behind and steal the win
My third eye's leading the blind again and again
I'll get you so high, your blood eye will bleed on your friend
And I get so high, the clouds ask permission to hang
I block the sun out of the sky and bring rain
I'm heavy on my downpour, brain ain't connected to my cortex
Shoot a basket with Earth and slam dunk a vortex
Consume gloom, spitting it back in a rap verse
I'm murdering twerps, last rides in a black hearse
Energy coming out all nine angles
New breed of demon, a devil amongst angels
So do you really wanna dance with the Devil?
Tell me, do you really wanna fucking take that chance?
I can two step, waltz, I can blood walk
All over that ass and this Devil can dance
And I can spit fire like a sideshow freak
With a mouth full of gas while I'm gripping a match
And I can make it hotter than the lava when the volcano blows
Burn you up and finger paint with your ash
So do you really wanna dance with the Devil?
Tell me, do you really wanna fucking take that chance?
I can two step, waltz, I can blood walk
All over that ass and this Devil can dance
And I can spit fire like a sideshow freak
With a mouth full of gas while I'm gripping a match
And I can make it hotter than the lava when the volcano blows
Burn you up and finger paint with your ash
Written by: Andre Pessis, Billy Sheehan, Eric Martin, Pat Torpey, Richie Kotzen
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