Satan 2.0

What you lot thought it was over?

This is Satan 2.0

Yeah

Already know

This is Satan 2.0

Get ready

When I wedge that shank in your chest

I promise you I'ma lose control

Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughing out blood

And his guts go squish like flesh from my crow

Have a taste of death, come watch this show

Don't try run can't escape the ghost

Cry for help when we snatch that soul

Strangle him till we turn him crow

When I wedge that shank in your chest

I promise you I'ma lose control

Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughing out blood

And his guts go squish like flesh from my crow

Have a taste of death, come watch this show

Don't try run can't escape the ghost

Cry for help when we snatch that soul

Strangle him till we turn him crow

Don't be stupid, always ruthlеss

Carve out his chest leave more than bruises

Push that chrome in his heart like Cupid

Pray to the Jinn, are you fucking deluded

Mental, I'm fucking tapped

You would lose your shit from the thoughts i had

Turn a big man gnome when a shank get backed

Adrenaline rush would make him spaz

When i talk about coffins and

Graves just know that your time will eventually come

If you don't get smoked in the Dunya

Then in the graveyard little man gonna get bun

Your aunt, your cat, your dog, your son

They could all get killed for the things you done

I had a dream like Luther King that heads got smashed and spilt like rum

And i don't play games when it comes to

This life, I'm tryna prepare for the day i die

Get beat like a drum or smoked like spice

Satan got a speech for all of these guys

Big man you best panic let me not lie

Your own guys watching you die

Go and kill they're little siblings

And tear that flesh make sure it's ripe

When I wedge that shank in your chest

I promise you I'ma lose control

Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughing out blood

And his guts go squish like flesh from my crow

Have a taste of death, come watch this show

Don't try run can't escape the ghost

Cry for help when we snatch that soul

Strangle him till we turn him crow

When I wedge that shank in your chest

I promise you I'ma lose control

Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughing out blood

And his guts go squish like flesh from my crow

Have a taste of death, come watch this show

Don't try run can't escape the ghost

Cry for help when we snatch that soul

Strangle him till we turn him crow

How many times have I told these kids?

Rot in your grave and burn like rizz

Flick shank when i flick put holes in ribs

Pour acid on him and burn that skin

Clot his blood that's attempted murder

Click his head and neck like cursor

Purger, nothing in hell is worser

Do not run when we slap that burner

You are a big man now on this world

But in the coffin your a fucking bitch

Let me give you a taste of death real quick

Stone that prick till he done twitch

Burn him, he try fuck with a witch

Turn him, slice him up like pig

It's peak and mad in the life we live

Pray five times Lord forgive my sins

Don't try run you won't make it far

You will never see flesh coming out body parts

Then bake off good and pray to Allah

You don't know about all the pain and all the trauma

Burn him turn his chest crips like Walker

Fire gotta smoke him like sauna

Grab that kid put him in the Corsa

Flesh and guts that laugh with it

Blood dripping out come give him a sip

All these kids dipdipdipdip

Open him up like a fucking lid

I'm dying in the head I'm sick

It's hurting get rid of this shit

Give the soul to the Jinn

Make his blood turn blue like a fucking crip

All the talk and the talk

And the chit and the chat

But they don't say shit when a rambz gets backed

Trauma produced from a blacked out cab

I ain't prodbywalkz so I won't react

If i ain't got bars then who's got bars

No Leetothev and my rhymes got class

Stab that prick take a pic Mozart

In deep can't speak when you're in the graveyard

Chest shot with the dots bulls eye at darts

I'ma dig out your chest that's yellow like Bart

No broken marriage I'ma rip it apart

Then grab that yute put him in the car

You can try run but you won't get far

Carve his face and call it art

Or tie him up feed him to the sharks

Big man don't run when the shotgun barks

It's mad, it's fucked

Try play dead keep digging your lungs

Rip mans soul from his fucking chest

Then drink his blood how's that for a lunch

You could be big

Built and tough but you cry like a bitch when we chop your tongue

Beg for help

Cry to your mum

But there's no going back from the things you've done