Revenge of the Devil lyrics

[Skit]
It's time, my people. We fight back tonight! We are going to get back at the people who destroyed our land many, many years ago. We will use our finest weaponry on these sc*mbags. Prepare for battle; first we go for the white supremacists...

[Verse 1]
Uh, ayy, yuh
I'm finna shoot this mothaf*cka, he don't know where he be
Looks like a wannabe Nathan Fouts lookin' at 14 year old b*tches in skinny jeans
Hope you understand that I'm extremely f*cking mean
Killin' your whole family wit' my mothaf*cking team, ayy
This little boy thinks that I'm racist
That little faggot should just face it
He said the N-Word 6 times, I have said it none
All your lyrics drier than the pus*y of a nun
Why the f*ck you sticking your schlong up lil' girl's bums?
Muhf*ckas should know I only do this for fun, ayy
Why are you so f*cking dumb, huh?
Ain't you supposed to be the one with a gun, huh?
Man you should'a known that I'd be the one, yuh
You ain't f*cked a grown woman, make you wonder
I'ma strike down on this b*tch with thunder
Callin' me a chump, are you talkin' 'bout yourself?
'Cause at least I'm the same age as the girls you f*ck
I just heard you're f*cked, b*tch, your music sucks
Don't come at little RJ when your mum's a cook
And when you say this sh*t, b*tch, I do not give a ****
[Interlude]
Ha, ha ha ha ha ha! We took over that b*tch like Michael Jackson with a child. Where to go next? Ah-ha! Emo-town, full of edgy and cringe incest-lovers who suck their mum's tits for milk; God, I f*cking hate those people. Eugh!

[Verse 2]
Nah, nah, nah, you b*tches don't wanna mess with me
SeaOhDee, Ryz and Yung Lil' C
All you motherf*ckers are combatants 'gainst me
Brought out my gat to show you what you need
Stop rapping 'bout your sisters, man, you are giving me no sleep
Preach!
These motherf*ckers ain't even learned their lesson
Well, sit down, children, I'm your muhf*ckin' professor
Are you gon' talk sh*t? b*tch, I'd keep that on the lesser
Rushing your music like you speeding in a Tesla, I'm gone
I got your b*tch on the phone
She said she likes my cologne
Show a b*tch my new phone
She gon' f*ck me, no, whoa, whoa
Let's keep this beef on the low, low
I don't need no ho, ho
But I got yours anyway, I keep my personality fo-sho'
Ayy

[Interlude]
Let's f*cking go! We taking over this b*tch right now! Hmm, let me think... Ah-ha! Mental-abuser town. I know some certain people there that we gon' fry... (Mothaf*cker)
[Verse 3]
Mmm, mmm, ayy, ayy
Ayy, do what I want just to get the check
I really wanna shoot this motherf*cker right in the neck
He'll lie his way out just to get respect
Man, I hope you get shot, all of your lies? There's a lot
Look at this pie I done bought, I got this fire, got this scorch
b*tch, you so ugly, go back to the north
Over the past weeks, I have matured
And b*tch, you gon' die on the fourth
Do what I want just for a new score