Baxoul BreaksTone - D.D.T.D.O. lyrics

(Intro) D-D-T-D-O (x8) [Verse 1] Demons don't take days off/ And neither does Satan Angels don't get laid off/ Kharma's what you make it Tryin' to f** with me/ And I'ma have your crew pussin' out like they zits Run up on me with that blade/ Like Texas Chain you'll end up faceless I might be quiet/ Sure, I dont talk much I keep a small group/ But naw, we don't flaunt guns Let's shoot it out between bars/ And I ain't talkin' 'bout shots of vodka! If you really wanna throw hands/ Listen up, I won't stop ya... You've already been forewarned once/ And if I throw one back I'll ciroc ya'! Drag your a** to my shed/ Because that's where I play doctor Start by cutting your tongue out/ I'm the k**er cat that just gotcha Stop and think about how you got here/ Picking on the unstable Now he's gonna let you bleed 'til you're rotten/ Cuttin' you up when nobody's watchin'! Saving the rest of 'em up in a meat locker/ Honestly thinking no one can stop 'em, he's going bonkers! [Chorus x4] D-D-T-D-O Betta hope your clique knows... That I am the demon and I've been creeping cause they're the ones that I'm coming for [Verse #2] I'm a sick individual, a little bit psycho/ But I'll flip if one of my victims compares me to Michael Myers, might I make a merry murderous suggestion/ Not even Jeffery Dahmer, OJ, or Jack "The ripper" are in contention For the Title of the sickest, most savage, ravenous k**ers/ I'd k** 'em all one by one, and then smile for the tabloid pictures You can't exploit my weaknesses/ Or even my mistakes sh**, I don't know what weakness is/ But chances are it's fake! Now they're asking me/ "Why do you do what you do?" enlighten me So I told 'em all my secrets/ Now they all scream at the sight of me Some even tried to be me But not as violently/ Covered in guts, and yet I'm stylishly k**ing this game, is it really that f**ing hard to see?