[Intro]
Yes, Satan is alive and he's at work. A-and, uh, this a, uhm, yeah, evidence of that

[Verse 1: Young Snuff]
Fully automatic with the hair trigger finger
Dig your ditch with a pistol with the itch of a killer
Killer for realer, gorilla feeling my steel
Leaking the head up with the venom and I spit tight, better
Stuffing it right up in your neck and then faint like dinner
Look at the grin up on my face as I taste your innards
Thinking of fucked up things, crazed good with the kiddle's
Snuff yo gang, get a rhyme for the widow (Yeah)
Fucking with the gauge as I aim at a riddle
You don't wanna play with the brains of a schitzo
Should I duct-taped niggas thеn I fuck 'em 'til my dick soft
Sip a malt liquor, nigga, Young Snuff, Lynch Hung
Hit him in the templе with the military issue
Got a caddy with a kit and kiddy fuck you want?
If this face came to party, the game's changing
Label can't hang, you're Candylane man
Said they can't blame me, your hands is camped
Can't be damned if I quit cuz I am what I am (What I am)
Chop and get to bopping and repping the block hot
I spit it with the dome shots, you drop like Nirvana
I'm a monster, can't nobody tame me partners
Stay for the cradle, 'til the grave I stop it
Snuff, kill it, bang, put the game in the coffin
Branded by the mark of the beast and the game's over
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