Ive got a little bit of evil in me
Little book of evil deeds
Ive got a little bit of evil in me
And I wont exercise these demons
Let them feed
Everyday I feel the same
Everyday I play the game
Everyday I wake and bake
And see what energy remains
Try to run but I got chains on my feet
And this pain in my knees
I ain't scared I just need a little
Power and a beat
Got apologies to leave
Right at the front door of my neighbours flat
My sub was on you see
I Had a little too much fun
Was on the powder don't you see
Threw my TV right out the window
Regret that immediately
I wrote im sorry
Sorry's what I said
I didn't write no more and went outside
To buy some bread
Walked into the store
Catch a look from granny pet
Swear the pug can see the evil in me
Kicked it where it sat
Ive got a little bit of evil in me
Little book of evil deeds
Ive got a little bit of evil in me
And I wont exercise these demons
Let them feed
High for ten years straight
Had to numb my brain
Since im twelve ain't sane
Should've started at eight
Man I grew up with these thoughts gotta say
From a cereal box to these rocks in my brain
And my doc isn't trained
Like the rest he's insane
He got prepped in a church for the ghosts that unchain
For the one like you and I
Wave the gun like do or die
Saying fuck you to a child
Hope he goes home applies
All this new knowledge
I don't do bondage
Every time I wake up gotta change college
I got this evil on my hands
Got this evil in my head
Got in evil I Stand back
Run and punch you in the neck
Got this evil on my hands
Got this evil in my head
Got in evil I Stand back
Run and punch you in the neck
Run and punch you in the neck
I wanna punch you in the neck
Ive got a little bit of evil in me
Little book of evil deeds
Ive got a little bit of evil in me
And I wont exercise these demons
Let them feed
I tried wearing make up like the joker
But they say pennywise is a bitch
Got to work it over
It just gets so boring just walking these streets
Get a little crazy from these boom bap beats
And i hate these local rappers gotta say
All this chit chat out their ass
Motherfucker just go pray for another life
For a better way to go
One day ride up to your crib
With a molotov O Bros
Bullet to the forehead when I enter god mode
Tulip when its over like im Luzifer goat
And i don't think they gonna notice when I rob their ass cold
Leave a message at the door
Like don't worry Jesus knows