Devereaux
"Let's go"

Eeny, meeny, miny, little killer sippin' gutter water
Cappin' might be hard, but you sucker
there's some cookie batter
If I get to poppin' any harder, need a body double
Fuckin' on yo mama, motherfucker, I'm a motherfucker
Say you make it rain, but I don't even hear a pitter patter
You gon' end up somewhere
with a hatchet hangin' out your bladder
Talkin' helly shit
but when you leakin' it don't really matter
Pussy little kid, you need to find somewhere
to play or somethin'
Talk about the money, but you never really makin' nothin'
Rappin' hella fast but half the time
you never sayin' nothin'
Chop 'em to pieces and put the ice in my
I got the stripe like Adidas and you ain't gotta believe us
Don't even bother with glasses
'cause you ain't never gon' see us
They don't wanna see a Juggalo up in Balenciaga
I gon' whippin' in the Telsa
when I'm swingin' down La Cienega
Itty bitty killa, and you know I'm gettin' skrilla
Plus my shawty sassy
there's some motherfuckin' sarsaparilla
If you really wanted this, whatever, pussy motherfucker
Talkin' 'bout the Devil
you ain't ready for that motherfucker
If you really wanted this, whatever, pussy motherfucker
Talkin' 'bout the Hatchet
you ain't ready for that motherfucker

Chop (Chop) down (Down)
Hatchet in your noggin is exactly where you headed, sucker
Chop (Hold up) down (Chop down)
Think this shit is gravy
'til I run up on your ass and you get
Chop (Chop) down (Down)
Talkin' 'bout the Hatchet
you ain't ready for that motherfucker
Chop (Hold up) down
Find a way to bury you and piss upon that motherfucker

You must die, you too must die
Yes, you must die, the sky is falling
You must die, you too must die
Yes, you must die, the wind is calling

"Gather the elements. The time is upon us. "
You don't wanna see (Nah nah, nah)
The reaction, chopped to fractions
You no longer breathe (Nah nah, nah)
Drop the ashes in molasses
You don't wanna see (Nah nah, nah)
The reaction, (You don't) chopped to fractions
You no longer breathe (Nah nah, nah)
Drop the ashes in molasses

Chop (Chop) down (Down)
Hatchet in your noggin is exactly where you headed, sucker
Chop (Hold up) down (Chop down)
Think this shit is gravy
'til I run up on your ass and you get
Chop (Chop) down (Down)
Talkin' 'bout the Hatchet
you ain't ready for that motherfucker
Chop (Hold up) down
Find a way to bury you and piss upon that motherfucker

You must die, you too must die
Yes, you must die, the sky is falling
You must die, you too must die
Yes, you must die, the wind is calling

"It shall all cross over soon. "
Chapter 17