[Intro: Gudda Gudda]
Devil in my ear, I hear him whispering, kill em all, kill em all
Devil in my ear I hear him whispering, whispering, whispering
Kill em all, kill em all
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Devil in my ear, I hear him whispering, whispering
So I ask the lord to get rid of him
Keep him out my mind and out my heart please
I’m praying for my enemies, praying for my enemies
Praying for my enemies, praying for my enemies
[Verse 1: Crooked I]
What’s the time on my audemar, fuck the time cause I can die tomorrow
Popping mollies like tylenol, waiting around for my final call
Niggas try to homicide me yo, get believe that my 9 are draw
East side it’s the riders dog, if you ask what happened, I’ll deny it all
Lord keep me from trigger squeezing, when I feel the reason
When it’s killing season, when I feel the breeze
It means I’m shooting when the wind blow, long as all my enemies are breathing
3 am I’m in nail PC, and heard a nigga ruger bang, throwing shots at me
They comin right back (chea)
Let's call that: boomerang
I’m laying in my bed, last night just keeps playing in my head
Walked in the rest room to check my flash room
Thinking next time they gonna lay a nigga dead
Yeah crook they gonn steal your life, devil in my ear with the ill advice
He say kill em twice, I’m praying to god, while I’m holding on to my 3.80 for real
Devil in my ear, I hear him whispering, kill em all, kill em all
Devil in my ear I hear him whispering, whispering, whispering
Kill em all, kill em all
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
Devil in my ear, I hear him whispering, whispering
So I ask the lord to get rid of him
Keep him out my mind and out my heart please
I’m praying for my enemies, praying for my enemies
Praying for my enemies, praying for my enemies
[Verse 1: Crooked I]
What’s the time on my audemar, fuck the time cause I can die tomorrow
Popping mollies like tylenol, waiting around for my final call
Niggas try to homicide me yo, get believe that my 9 are draw
East side it’s the riders dog, if you ask what happened, I’ll deny it all
Lord keep me from trigger squeezing, when I feel the reason
When it’s killing season, when I feel the breeze
It means I’m shooting when the wind blow, long as all my enemies are breathing
3 am I’m in nail PC, and heard a nigga ruger bang, throwing shots at me
They comin right back (chea)
Let's call that: boomerang
I’m laying in my bed, last night just keeps playing in my head
Walked in the rest room to check my flash room
Thinking next time they gonna lay a nigga dead
Yeah crook they gonn steal your life, devil in my ear with the ill advice
He say kill em twice, I’m praying to god, while I’m holding on to my 3.80 for real
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