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jaycee (hip-hop) - devil's night lyrics

[verse 1]
tonight, you’ll die murdered in cold blood
and tomorrow you could end up full of
sh-lls, oh well don’t mess with me or it’ll get messy
machine gun rounds undressing
all over your porch as the gl-ss come out of the windows
as the bl–dy screams awake yo
back off or i’ll beat you with a steak, yo
a fake bro, swingin’ at my torso
in morse code i wrote out your death note
check your breath bro, don’t breathe on me
if you don’t want an upset, oh wee
jaycee just crazy, erasing the face of davy
jones and i’ll use his bones
as a toothpick, yo
i’ll beat you with a new stick
yeah, the newest

[chorus]
it’s the devil’s night, as the rebels fight
leave you dead tonight
sever your head and i might
leave you all alone, i’m just outside your home
with a battle axe, and a cadillac
da da da da da da da da da da
da da da da da da da da da da

[verse 2]
i’ll bash you in the brain with an axe or a chain
on a saw guess what i saw i saw you get saved (whoa)
until your savior got stabbed with a scabior
and your neighbor got hit with a john deer
watch your behavior, or i’ll stay here, yeah i’ll stay near
i’ll be settlin’ lawsuits with a machete
and it’s upsetting that people try to upset me
after what happened to jamie
i’m goin’ crazy, you’l have to shoot me with a ray beam
and you may scheme, just maybe
to try to k!ll me but i mean really, who’s willing
to punch a psychopath who might go back to
prison, just to make a k!lling, as a mercenary
but the he-rs- is scary, ’cause i’m hidin’ in the glove compartment
i’d love to start it, come on if you’re not r-t-rded
’cause i’m nearly a martyr, let’s make a barter
give me your life and i’ll save your grandmother

[verse 3]
my human psyche, might be
nonexistent, i’ve got collisions that’ll ruin your vision
i’ll pull up to your crib, wanna take an axe to the ribs
baxter, just know that the b-st-rd is dead
now back to the lead (pop, pop, pop)
put the gun over your head, smash your face with the clip
and then maybe clip, the top of your head
or your lip
back the the saw, your back’s to the wall
and then you fall, back to the heaven you came from
never chew gum when i have you hostage, i’ll slit your throat so fast you could end up in boston
you’ll be lost and afraid
blood leakin’ on your braids
hey, come see what i can save
i’ll kick in the door, without a .44,i’d prefer a chainsaw
so i can cut your face off
and i’ll stay raw as long as i eat raw flesh
oh cr-p, now the carpets are a mess

[outro]
boo! (-laughter-)

- jaycee hip hop lyrics

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