Devilish Transaction (Prod. Anabolic Beatz)
Channel: Scandalist Music
Date: 2020-04-28

Lyrics below:



He’s staring down a glass pipe wishing that this day would end 
Straight depressed eating out a dumpster needs a place to rest  
He’ll chase the rush of angel dust the pcp is dangerous 
His brains corrupt in Satan’s clutch but yet he’ll pay the way to run 
Right into the devils claws this drug it has him by the balls 
Tried to stop teeth grinding harder than his dealer is 
He don’t fear the risk when he’s scheming trying to feed his fix 
The evil deeds will lead him seeping deeper in what’s devious 
His reason just for breathing yea he’s freezing he don’t feel the frost 
His mind altered sky walking skin as frail as dry parchment 
Eyes boggled navigating darkness like he’s Clive Barker 
Coulda been Nobel prize winning fine author 
Shoulda coulda woulda been if only he’d had tried harder
Made a deal with the devil but never read the lines off it
Signed off dipped the quill in blood and let it dry awkward
Laying in the alley under trash instead of a pine coffin 


That’s it he sold his soul to the devil he’s never known to been clever 
Whatever drove him to meddle inside the thrones of the Benevolent
Devilish heaven dismissed resident
President of the underworld 
Demon known they’ve respected him 
The Nephilims father the goats slaughtered for testaments 
Sold his essence when he OD’d from the pressure pins
Stabbing him 
Sucked his soul right out from his abdomen
Rather than learn the lesson passed grasp and sorta mastered it 
He lathering in self loathing groundhogs day and Lazarus 
Wakes up in the same alley passed out in the trash and shit 
Asterisk the guy was a bastard kid and had a pastor that would hold him back after class and just ravage him 
So when he had the chance to pay it back to him he captured it 
So do you really blame him for the aftermath what’s happening 
He had to vent leaned on the needles it was passionate 
He’d never felt such love before and had chase right after it 

So he wakes up dried vomit crusted on lips 
Feels like a hunk of shit pressure like a ton of bricks 
Nothings worse then the sun glaring down into his eyes 
Goes to move and there’s beer bottles clattering aside 
The alley way looks brighter than the hour that he died
Glad to be alive walkin with gallop in his stride 
Happily survived forget about the balance he just signed 
Plus the drug withdrawal seems to have finally have vanished from his mind 
But he’s famished got a quench for something savage and just violent 
Baffling his mind is past passion rabid in design 
All he thinks about dark stains leaking from they chest
Every person that he sees on the street equals a death 
He’s demon possessed soul gone evilness rests
Inside of his mind he blinded from deviant threats 
Evil that’s seeded and eating every piece of of him left 
Until he’s left just a husk destined for a deeper intent