Door Of The Devil
[Verse 1]
Knocking on the door, got the Fo-Fo', so cold
Drop you to the morgue for ya slow flow, no dope
Delivered from these bored little rappers tryna hate
Until the moment that I shove my clappers in they face
Splatter brains, mainframes coping with my pain
Shatter landscapes, commotion fucking you insane
I'm flippin' you away cuz my spits make you decay
You're wishing what you gain, all the shit you seek is fame
I split you where you stay cuz I'm no longer in the mood
Every single rhyme makes me stronger in the booth
Got them blammers that'll shoot and I'm comin' for ya loot
I'll live forever I'm just being honest with the truth
There's carnage in these shoes, traumatizing you
Hellion Cruel is known for not be needing any fuel
He be writing mechanically, massively, blastin' the heat
Rappin' in his sleep, making tracks over the beats
[Hook]
1-2-3-4
Seconds 'til you lying on Lord Lucifer's floor
At the door of the devil (Where you stand)
As you are knocking... (Knocking on)
And he'll reply... (before you die)
1-2-3-4
Seconds till you lying on Lord Lucifer's floor
[Verse 2]
Take you for a ride 'for I throw you in the trunk
Y'all suckers better hide when I'm cruising smoking skunk
Smoking blunts, I be high enough to shoot you like a punk
I ain't kidding when I'm spittin' what you take me for? A drunk?
Y'all never understood how I be killing you weekly
The puzzles and pieces, I'm bussing ya speakers and seize 'em
The station of Satan is crushing ya preachers, they fleeing
I mean it, you weaklings are spittin' random slang with no meaning
I'll erase you, drain you, take away ya fame too
Spray you, lame dudes just for tryna claim a crew
Complaining booths and microphones that still remains intact
Explode that shit to pieces and I'll make ya brains crack
Ya flavors wack for lyricism you never made the finals
You faceless rappers like some bitches blame it on ya rivals
I remain with my title, like my Nine and my rifle
While all you others busy with reciting the bible
[Hook]
1-2-3-4
Seconds 'til you lying on Lord Lucifer's floor
At the door of the devil (Where you stand)
As you are knocking... (Knocking on)
And he'll reply... (before you die)
At the door of the devil (Where you stand)
As you are knocking... (Knocking on)
And he'll reply... (before you die)
1-2-3-4
Seconds 'til you lying on Lord Lucifer's floor
[Interlude]
Hahaha!
Yeah... Relax man, i got more gunpowder in the making!
[Verse 3]
They be knocking on my door, tryna kill me yet again
All because I never really wanted any friends
I've had enough of Y'all, unleash a curse on you bustas
Pitchforks and molten lava, burning you suckas
It's like these muthafuckas, comin' straight from Jehova
Flip ya tongue in my house, I send a snake into a coma
Soldier, I make hallucinations reality
Insanity roaming ya mind, you wanna battle me?
You can die tragically while everybody got they laugh
I only use a proper beat where I can fucking snap
Entering the rage of my hatred's inner thoughts
And put you in the fiery flames where all the sinners rot
A winner you are not, ya soul is now in shock
All those precious times, the gold has turned to rock
And you just holding up, you're already dead
And you just holding up, you're already dead!!
[Hook]
1-2-3-4
Seconds 'til you lying on Lord Lucifer's floor
At the door of the devil (Where you stand)
As you are knocking... (Knocking on)
And he'll reply... (before you die)
At the door of the devil (Where you stand)
As you are knocking... (Knocking on)
And he'll reply... (before you die)
1-2-3-4
Seconds 'til you lying on Lord Lucifer's floor