BloodBorn Enemy - Jedi Mind Tricks

«You are really of the Devil

Wait, I’m sure we can come to an arrangement

I’ll give you anything you want.»

(Cause I gotta kill or be killed, counter attack)

I am the reverse of Christ.

I am horrible.

I’m the worst advice

I squeeze coal in my hand and then it converts to ice

My whole world is cold blood.

It’s a serpent’s life

I was fighting in Damascus with a Persian knife

I burn a motherfucker head.

I’m in Hell’s Kitchen

Fuck a cop, fuck a bitch, fucking Mel Gibson

The new wakata on the street smell different

I was rocking Jordan 7s while you sell Pippens

Everyone I trust in a box

So talking to y’all is just like talking to cops

Call me boxcutter Pazzi cause I walk with the ox

And though he ain’t here physically I walk with my pops

Yeah but physically I walk with the Glock

And if an officer is shooting then an officer’s shot

I’m a fat guinea motherfucker, walk with a bop

And it ain’t never been a question if he soft or he not

Cause I gotta kill or be killed counter-attack

Kill or be killed counter-attack

All I think about is crime, I forgot to buy a valentine

I’m out my motherfucking mind in a crowded line

Full-time murderer, no time to buy furniture

Rather re-clip burners than clip through the circular

Rather be a burglar than flip burgers

Any stitch of work will make me wanna commit murder

I am all thugs and drug fiends, screams and blood streams

Guns that can sink submarines, clubs and love scenes

Thugs in hot tubs, queens and umpteens, Vodka, Rock of Love

Angels and adversaries, Raspberry Absolut

Hash and grass, V8 splash, passion fruit

Life is a battle, I’m out of sight with dim lighters around

Knife and a frown, just another night on the town

Endless horrors of manslaughter days in a row

Leave you all dressed up, no place to go