Ska - Devil's Advocate lyrics

Under stand my accient before I cause an accident That ends up with a few more d**hs and A few less breaths Than a nine eleven mess The ryhmes I spit are magnificent And I dont give a f** about a molotov thats lite So I keep f**ing with spit Doper than black tar dope Took more virginties than Jacko and the Pope Cut throat Slice your neck with a dull gillete And I anit gonna stop till my tongue licks yours tits Ivan feels good living under the Brixton sun He used to be surviving, living on the run But now it means no merci They caught him with a gun No need for the violence Need for revolution Had to ashe in my shoe Hotboxing a blue honda, then throw it back in f**ing reverse To traverse the diverse terrin while I explain my brain To the insane ma**'s thinking they anit doing Harm to the earths charm My style is packin and its wack ya Marley Man on the f**ing fast track Written in pen on a book Tell a cop he can not look Watch em squirm after he does Cause my boots on his neck And im holding his gun Oh sh** you just got lit By a boy living life with Mickey Ave in it So call the paramedics His funeral made his momma cry Cause its a closed coffin Took his face before he died The OdD FuTuRe hell I haven't crossed yet But the time is the past future and present So I keep flirting, and flowing, and drinking, and burning, fighting, and flying, pushing and rising Till the Grim Reaper says its time to start dying I'm so tired of these kids these days I reject their society, and their ways They think they own the world But the govt got us in a police state So I just take a fat shat in the compotions top hat And after you see me skat gat wacked Like a black cat who crossed the wrong guy Now die Oh you wanna f**ing truce? So I sign the damn document then I f**ing duce And like a who*es puss, you get used to the abuse In the f**ing loop holes of the document you signed dude Come out side if you wanna die tonight Dont give a f** cause it feels alrigt Its tight Call up a local harborer And holla at wolf gang gardner Till he drops the beat Of his 5th synphony And takes me off my feet So I dont gotta jack off Cause I already got off Im wicked as sh** even befor I spit Like a pen I use a cobras venom to write this sh** Walking on sunshine like im high as the sun Waiting to count change when the day is done Talking to the devil, Said im a rebel He said to hell with those that are not on my level As he commissioned me to burry those s**as in the rubble With a smith and west and a f**ing shovel I sold my sole to lucifer To never grow old So he sent the black spot to end my gut rot of a life With strife up to the heavens