Superstitious lyrics

Head on my shoulders, the tides on my skin With the bad attitude, they don't want me to win
I got evil inside me like Tommy Tijan I’ll be honest with them, so I promise to sin
Put a muddle in the dirt with my gray blade Put a muddle in my hearse when I make way
Put a muddle to my name and motherf*ckers feel the pain in my katana when I slay it with the big blade

I am a representation of everything bad that I see from my childhood
All this stuff again, I don't have to wait Like I give a f*ck about anything other than pain
Motherf*ckers get to be the pain of my existence Never listen to the b*tch and then I'll give it
Give me the wisdom if you think you saw my talent Take the wrath of a nice half a motherf*cker
Motherf*cker was a bad little mistress All black fake, I dance so vicious
Made my bank every day like Christmas Tell me, motherf*cker, do you feel superstitious?
Ah, do you feel superstitious? Tell me, motherf*cker, do you feel superstitious?
Manifest what I guess with the visions Play my games till I make it to the riches
With empty-dump revenge on my chest No death sentence, soup to be fed
Down the pus*y, match it with the best No rest for the wicked, I’m a killer
Don't give a damn, bring me the motherf*ckers up You see the blood on the ceiling
What is that feeling? Darkness in my body I can't seem to be the only one to fear me
Pestilence fang as an earring I get intoxicated by the damage that I'm dealing
Threatened more than 45 in between eyes And I take myself out of a place where my mind
Will be safe from the pain that I hide every day Like a mask on my face and that's my oldest trait
The interest of others that can't see the cover That's bothering, talk of the free but that
Decent, devourers like everything They've been being lifeless with the deeds
That drain in the grave I shall lay

Head on my shoulders, the tides on my skin With the bad attitude, they don’t want me to win
I got evil inside me like Tommy Tijan I’ll be honest with them, so I promise to sin
Put a muddle in the dirt with my gray blade Put a muddle in my hearse when I make way
Put a muddle to my name and motherf*ckers feel the pain in my katana when I slay it with the big blade