The Devil Went Down To NLACakaNM

Lyrical, dude!

I stay armed like an orangutan
Up to my teeth in iron
Swing in without a plan
Steal poudrins while you mine em
Creep up from behind em
Glint of the blade
Don't care about your slime count
There's kills to be made

Don't care about your tough guy act
So don't even give me that
And as a matter of fact
I know exactly where you at
Hiding ain't an option
When I'm out on the hunt
Except of course the safe zones
Where you go if you're a cunt

Woke up this evening cause I'm out of sync
Skipped breakfast, aint hungry, might be low on zinc
Made absolutely sure not to brush my teeth
I've got a gangrene quota that I gotta meet
Grabbed a copy of the Times, what's the word on the street?
I'm also outta the loop, as I often repeat
Farming, mining, baccarat?
What the fuck's a baccarat?
There's no killers left to fight
I guess I'll blow my coin on that
So off I go a-walking to the GLD
When suddenly some rowdys calling out to me
They said DPico thinks that he is a gentleman supreme
They gonna rap at him to snap him right out of his dream
Fucking funny shit, I wasn't there for it
Feeling lonely but it's not the biggest thing I regret
It's not easy, giving people my attention and time
I know I ought to, I want them to be friends of mine
But here I am
Missing you
In Sweden
Fuck
Shit

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