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boondox – some kind of devil lyrics

(guess my name)
(guess my name)

to say i’m f-ckin wicked is a big understatement, i’m the sickest wicked ticket runnin underneath the pavement for your worst nightmare, i’m that dead ringer b-tch. sit back and watch this fire rain from my fingertips
i’m something in the dark that goes b-mp in the night, that made the sh-t run down ya leg from straight up horror and freight, and you can take the villanis killas from your history pages, i bet i b-tch slap em all and have em locked up in cages, reptilious skin, spit venom enemies i see em then send on eternal tours with no perdium. i make demands not statements and i end em like periods. i bleed em all like kotex and i ain’t even furious, curious, to see yo face when you in pain, its distorted like my life since i fell from higher plains. descended with fire rain, you can call me the main, i’m kinda like a rolling stone i hope ya guess my f-ckin name.

(guess my name)
i’m the angel that’s fallen, the evil that’s callin’ but can you..
(guess my name)
i’m the hate in ya heart that tears you apart but can you..
(guess my name)
i’m the reason for sin, the killer of men but can you..
(guess my name)
can you..
(can ya guess my name?)

get fired up ill blow, just like handgrenades, pinless, no bullsh-t, or nonsense just beating b-tches senseless. yo defenses, are futile, similar to resistance, proceed the offensive, to end yo existance. throw a curse. a hex a vex you stuck with it, you don’t wanna go there, i’m not to be f-cked with, and if you speakin about me you don’t wanna be critical, ill make it unforgettable, call me unf-ckwithable. see my vipergated tongue and the hiss you hear and the chilling down ya back when i kiss ya ear. it ain’t clear my real appearance, but some will guess but don’t none of that sh-t matter when ya bones leave ya flesh.
i could come into ya hood and find the meanest fiendest thugs then tear em right in half with one hand and a shrug, there’s no tellin yo demise when i look into yo eyes you might be turned into stone or raped by maggots and flies.

i’m bringin 7 signs, 7 seals 7 x pills creator of the twelve plagues and this is how the next feels i’m the only one i hope ya heard me b-tch. don’t believe it then divide 6 by 36. you don’t need davinci’s code, you can do it my way, take that 6 from 36 and you can call it my day
take away 20 more and you figure out the month. that’s the real f-ckin deal the next day is a front
i’m all that’s f-ckin wicked sick from serpents to spiders. big wig corporations sm-t writers and fighters from your lies and excuses to ya l-stin for honey the voice that kills your f-ckin concious have ya killin for money
i could come into ya house go for ya gun ya fumble, like foreman and ali bring the rumble to the jungle now ya family’s in trouble, better hurry on the double, turnin up the f-ckin heat until ya f-ckin skin bubble.

- boondox lyrics

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