Testo Devil Son - Big L
Testo della canzone Devil Son (Big L), tratta dall'album L Corleone
Ayo Showbiz, I had this bugged out dream last night that I
Was the Devil's son, B, I was doing some ill shit...
When I was 12, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus
"I'm waving automatic guns at nuns"
L's a rebel, on a higher level, go get the shovel
Cause I'm the only son of the mothafuckin' devil
It's a fact I'm livin' foul, black
Niggas should have known I was sick from the shit I did a while back
Cause bein' bad I couldn't stop
When I was in pre-school, I beat a kid to death with a wooden block
Faggot niggas I was back slappin'
I realized that every time I got mad something bad happened
A nigga hit me with a can of beer, then he ran in fear
Later they found him hangin' from a chandelier
Enemies I be buckin' quick
My mom's know who I am because she know who she was fuckin' with
On my skull the 666, no tricks
When I catch fits, my mom picks up the crucifix
And I kill chumps for the cheapest price
I'm rollin' with Satan, not Jesus Christ
Enemies I got several done
Big L straight from hell, the mothafuckin' Devil's Son
It's Big L and I'm all about takin' funds
I'm a stone villain known for killin' and rapin' nuns
Ayo I even kill handicapped and crippled bitches
Look at my scalp real close and you'll see triple sixes
There's no doubt I'm all about a dollar
I just signed a lifetime contract with the funeral parlor
This kid that owed me dough, I didn't take his life
Instead I tied him up and made him watch me rape his wife
One nigga cold tried to diss me and that shit is risky
The nigga took a swung, but he missed me
So I popped off mad chunks not junk
I spit in his mothafuckin' face and then walked off
Once a hottie shot me with a shottie
I died but then I came back to life in another body
The way I'm livin' is dead wrong
I'm a devil from Hell without the tail or the red horns
Killin' is fun, I'm #1 with a gun
Front and get done, cause you can't run from the Devil's Son
The Big L is strictly gun-play
I run through church and pistol-whip the priest every Sunday
Once I put out the crazy order
I sent niggas to kill Tone, his mom, and his baby daughter
I'm livin' up to my extortion image
I be stalkin' Lennox
catchin' more bodies than abortion clinics
A kid tried to take L out
Shot me with a tech, I just laughed and spit the shell out
Next I took his gun then he dropped to his knees
With ease I made him freeze, he begged me please not to squeeze
But I ain't the type to bust, I just sniped a bus
Gun-clap *bang* Another nigga bites the dust
Shorts I'm takin' none
Misbehave and get sent to the grave by the Devil's Son
Word, Big L the motherfucking Devil's Son is definitely in effect
Giving a shout out to all the murderers, thieves, armed robbers
Serial killers, psychos, lunatics, crackheads, mental patients
Mental retards, and a special shout-out to all the niggas with AIDS, peace
Credits
Writer(s): Lamont Coleman, Rodney Maurice Lemay
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