[ Featuring Denmark Vessey ]
Pitchfork devil horn bogeyman bogeyman Garrett Trojans feast in a goodie bag
He dangled it within reach I tried but he took it back quick and shook his fingers like Mutombo I was humbled peep
Preying on a mortal man's defect and crushing whatever stance is left of him
I heard he cooked yams till his stick flamed with the best of them stabbed bad Djinn at night with a knife with his comrade Gabe to the left of him
Ayo
The baby cherub with the bump stock love
Spraying industrial funk out the trunk and Designer counterfeit drugs
Check the Gazette they're calling this the tour de force
It's a dance with the devil in a corset and she's gorgeous praying to a moral means defect the flesh
I'm praying to a higher self delaying death coming back to smash statues they may erect I burn a book where everything I said is Red you may have read it
O I wanna be bad like you
Watch your step
And transgressions
You're my anti hero
