Satan 2.0

What you lot thought it was over? This is Satan 2.0 Yeah Already know This is Satan 2.0 Get ready When I wedge that shank in your chest I promise you I'ma lose control Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughing out blood And his guts go squish like flesh from my crow Have a taste of death, come watch this show Don't try run can't escape the ghost Cry for help when we snatch that soul Strangle him till we turn him crow When I wedge that shank in your chest I promise you I'ma lose control Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughing out blood And his guts go squish like flesh from my crow Have a taste of death, come watch this show Don't try run can't escape the ghost Cry for help when we snatch that soul Strangle him till we turn him crow Don't be stupid, always ruthlеss Carve out his chest leave more than bruises Push that chrome in his heart like Cupid Pray to the Jinn, are you fucking deluded Mental, I'm fucking tapped You would lose your shit from the thoughts i had Turn a big man gnome when a shank get backed Adrenaline rush would make him spaz When i talk about coffins and Graves just know that your time will eventually come If you don't get smoked in the Dunya Then in the graveyard little man gonna get bun Your aunt, your cat, your dog, your son They could all get killed for the things you done I had a dream like Luther King that heads got smashed and spilt like rum And i don't play games when it comes to This life, I'm tryna prepare for the day i die Get beat like a drum or smoked like spice Satan got a speech for all of these guys Big man you best panic let me not lie Your own guys watching you die Go and kill they're little siblings And tear that flesh make sure it's ripe When I wedge that shank in your chest I promise you I'ma lose control Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughing out blood And his guts go squish like flesh from my crow Have a taste of death, come watch this show Don't try run can't escape the ghost Cry for help when we snatch that soul Strangle him till we turn him crow When I wedge that shank in your chest I promise you I'ma lose control Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughing out blood And his guts go squish like flesh from my crow Have a taste of death, come watch this show Don't try run can't escape the ghost Cry for help when we snatch that soul Strangle him till we turn him crow How many times have I told these kids? Rot in your grave and burn like rizz Flick shank when i flick put holes in ribs Pour acid on him and burn that skin Clot his blood that's attempted murder Click his head and neck like cursor Purger, nothing in hell is worser Do not run when we slap that burner You are a big man now on this world But in the coffin your a fucking bitch Let me give you a taste of death real quick Stone that prick till he done twitch Burn him, he try fuck with a witch Turn him, slice him up like pig It's peak and mad in the life we live Pray five times Lord forgive my sins Don't try run you won't make it far You will never see flesh coming out body parts Then bake off good and pray to Allah You don't know about all the pain and all the trauma Burn him turn his chest crips like Walker Fire gotta smoke him like sauna Grab that kid put him in the Corsa Flesh and guts that laugh with it Blood dripping out come give him a sip All these kids dipdipdipdip Open him up like a fucking lid I'm dying in the head I'm sick It's hurting get rid of this shit Give the soul to the Jinn Make his blood turn blue like a fucking crip All the talk and the talk And the chit and the chat But they don't say shit when a rambz gets backed Trauma produced from a blacked out cab I ain't prodbywalkz so I won't react If i ain't got bars then who's got bars No Leetothev and my rhymes got class Stab that prick take a pic Mozart In deep can't speak when you're in the graveyard Chest shot with the dots bulls eye at darts I'ma dig out your chest that's yellow like Bart No broken marriage I'ma rip it apart Then grab that yute put him in the car You can try run but you won't get far Carve his face and call it art Or tie him up feed him to the sharks Big man don't run when the shotgun barks It's mad, it's fucked Try play dead keep digging your lungs Rip mans soul from his fucking chest Then drink his blood how's that for a lunch You could be big Built and tough but you cry like a bitch when we chop your tongue Beg for help Cry to your mum But there's no going back from the things you've done