INTRO

VERSE 1
I tried to be nice to these fuckin fools
But you can't help a dude who wants to fuckin lose
Don't blame me for what these rappers choose
I'll slap their fans in front of them when I'm in a good mood
Whenever I step through the Community trembles
Make niggas second guess disrespecting folk I'm kin to
Offend you I ain't even begin to, hoe I'll
Take all ya greens feed ya Mac n fry they ass then make ya soul food
Call yourself a rapper, what you always talk for?
Stay in the comments section cuz you lack the bars for us
Change from a genius track what you put that on for?
Bitch I should strangle you with this AUX cord
Speak to your maker bow your heads
Said a prayer, then *bowed* your heads
If I'm the rapper you can't stand
Only makes sense to bow instead
Got ya momma feedin me grapes
Ya Sister cleaning my 3rd leg
No competition crown
Why I still hear nothing but Genius chants

CHORUS
The Devil's advocate, send me out I'll get this [Prey for you]
You're on my hit list boy I'ma have to [Pray for you]
The Devil's advocate, send me out I'll get this [Prey for you]
These rappers ain’t shit congregation better….

VERSE 2
Pray for you; I’ll show you how black Angels do
Pop pop, you dead then pay my tithes at your funeral
Flowers for the grave of your seeds, won't let them blossom too
Record/repost your death; maybe now people will follow you
My alphabet is terrible
I'm AG who knows nothing but K's
Bitch what opponent?
Those opposing?
They know nothing but graves!
Load up that Divine Intervention through the stained-glass windows
I hope they [prayed for you]
….Bet you now you’ll regret that diss, hoe.

CHORUS X2

VERSE 3
I'm so sick of all you niggas
So I'm pulling on these triggers
You don't do half of the shit I do
So fuck you and your listeners
Fuck your thoughts and your opinions
Fuck your bars n shitty mixing
Say you all look up to me??
Why ain't it showing in your spitting???
You's a bitch
Your crews a bitch
I ain't showin love to none of you
I'll pistol whip the nigga here before me
And who's after too
Y'all the fuckin reason it ain't worth what these producers do
20 minute cyphers they can't hear me they can't get past you!
Trash ass niggas
I can kill you with my half-assed scriptures
Mad at your fans cuz they actually accept that nigga
Y'all ain't worthy of my punchlines you get straight facts nigga
I keep it real? They call me evil; where they do that at, nigga?
Oh right! here! Where you're rude for telling niggas "step it up"
Where everybody's sub-par, so they big each other up
Give a fuck
You all want me to be evil so I'm evil
You want something? Now I charge
You shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you
I can go a couple minutes
Digging ditches
Stuffing rappers in it
Organs to the kitchen
Make it dinner
Bloody lick the dishes
Family don't mind they fuckin business
Face the consequences
Blaow! Your whole existence is diminished
Am I fuckin finished?
Nope! Even your soul can get the business
And I kill the witness
Audience get wet up lemme get em
I need exorcism
Way I got heads spinning necks twisting
From the noose!!!
Woof!
Got a bite for the bark
Foaming at the mouth
Shouldn't never let the fuckin dog loose!!!!
I chill with some demons
Got millions of reasons
To cock back the heat
Cuz it's cold fuckin season
You gon need a deacon
Your maker you'll meet Him
Your organs are leaking
They can't stop the bleeding
Black Friday I'm thieving
Can't shake the shot it's heat-seeking
Bussin (bust in) some pussies, no semen
You won't feel your face past this weeknd
No Kryciz on here but still Reaping
I'm back since you fiendin
Genius.