THE DEVIL’S FOOT lyrics

[Intro]
*ring ring* Hello?
We interrupt our normal program to cooperate and security and the civil defense measures as requested by the United States government. This is a GODHAND radio alert
A little while later, the Hand of God waved goodbye

[Chorus: GONDA]
f*ck you actin' like a b*tch for?
Stand up
f*ck you actin' like a b*tch for?
Stand Up

[Verse 1: GONDA]
f*ck you actin' like a b*tch for?
Stand up
If you f*ckin' with the Hand of God, put yo' hands up
You keepin' hate inside yo' heart, you got it canned up
Keep it on me for a mothaf*cka' wanna try, everybody dies
Spend yo' time wisely, the eye always look
And see the truth inside yo' heart, you shook
You scared to stand against the darkness and be denied, It's a demon in your motherf*ckin' mind I defy
Everyone besides the hand of the most high
Devil a vampire, takin' 'til you bone-dry
I keep it pushing with my people 'til I kick rocks
You come apart from yours, easy than a slipknot
b*tch, what?
Tryna' fight?
I think not
That sh*t ain't worth my time, give it to way up
Brotha's turnin' on each other for a pay cut, thats the type of sh*t at night that make me wanna stay up
I pray that everybody good for real, me and MONGO in that apartment chopping, cooking meals
Tryna' make it work, blood on my shirt, shoes covered in dirt, drop the shovel on the hearse, wipe the sweat from my face, fill the hole in my soul like the ground in the cemetery, bury you in sound
Hands interlaced, prayin' that you can be found, give yo' ass to the man above, he can send you down
[Verse 2: MONGO]
AH!
Send me back from whence I came, burning in the flames, of all the wreckage inside my brain, sick
Shameless, I erase the names of all my forebears, tryna' kick blame, kickin' it with my insane clique
And doing so much f*ckin dirt, I make a mountain
Pile up the bodies from the ground, it's astounding
T-The blood fountain shootin' out the neck, you hang high, and sent low to where you can't die
Cursed to suffer in agony, a lost soul
Eternal maladies carved into your skin
Misbegotten abnormalities, sick
It's all you'll ever f*cking be, forever and ever and ever and never will your soul be severed
Tethered to devils, ripping out your bones, benevolent, home-grown, and elegant to a washed up degenerate, sick
I keep a .38, a b*tch and a brick
My fabrics mixed
I kill a man to get what I get
AH!
So break yo' promise to God, you got what you want
It's not a facade, so take my hand as I walk through the fire
But what if I can't go back?
Give me the facts, before I bust the piece in my lap, hoe
You can't kill me motherf*cker, you can try, either way it goes, everybody die
f*ck that!
I'ma delay what's in store, I'm breaking your dome, and if I go to hell, tell his ass, "Satan's a hoe!" f*ck!
AH! (b*tch)
(f*ck you actin' like a b*tch for?)
(f*ck you actin' like a b*tch for?)
[Chorus: GONDA]
f*ck you actin' like a b*tch for?
Stand up
f*ck you actin' like a b*tch for?
Stand up
(Stand up, stand up, stand up, stand-)

[Outro]
Ooh, hahaha!
No! Monster!
*Monster growls*