Strangeulation II

Deevil!
 Prayin' that 12-12 for hell
 Felon to sell and slept on a bed of nails
 Like nothing I've ever felt
 Ghost in a shell, was molded with other demons
 As if I needed some help
 Or a host to preserve the heathen
 Got it, my brain is rotted
 I swear to God that I'm not it
 I'm set to go to the gallow as soon as the rope is knotted
 I ain't high as the fire and I have unused adrenaline
 Came in the cypher clean, still smelling like putrid cinnamon
 Then I'm in, enemy of the state, I'm straight at an angle
 Stop risking and quit your bitchin', it ain't like I'm raping an Angel
 Said I was magnifique, ya'll fuckin' with it, capiche?
 Now the safest you woulda thought with a devil under your feet
 They throw a shot and then sit back and wait for some reaction
 Ain't nothing to it but to do it; i'm a mummy rappin
 So get to clappin or dissin the clan you're hatin
 Listen the man is Jason and this is the Strangeulation
 Stevie Stone I'm on it I'm so clever
 Nobody comparing 'em better
 I put shit together
 America's most elaborated rap pick yo head up
 Small talkin' to get you wet up
 Yeah, I'm will to kill all you niggas
 The feelin', adrenaline that'll spillin' a milli yeah I mill' all you niggas
 Ain't even reach out they climax rather my sillin' on niggas
 And backin' a back on back can't billy you niggas
 Get busy on niggas
 This ain't no random some leekage
 Stonie in the building the bitches pull out their cleavage
 The snake and the bat you see them prominent features
 The spieces
 Strangeland we rain on your region
 Meat wagon I come I be taggin' 'em
 Baggin' 'em bring 'em clusters of three
 Got three magnums gaggin' em out
 You pussies is still talkin' I'm draggin' 'em out
 I'm tappin' 'em out
 Aww shit, they fucked around and signed a backpacker
 Smart, rich, handsome, plus he's not a bad rapper
 I'm just a little local talent that fucked around and made it big
 Underground bully, pickin' on all these famous kids
 And the danger is, now I'm doin' Stranger biz
 About to make the world forget about what a major is
 Independent Powerhouse, running all these cowards out
 My enemies are all forgotten, wishin' I would shout em out
 And I don't want to hear a rapper harmonize unless
 He thuggish, ruggish, Lazy, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish or Flesh
 But maybe I'm just hatin' cuz my black ass could never sing
 Fuck that autotune I hope the Futures filled with better things
 And you a fucking liar if you say you found a better team
 Impossible! Like trying to fit my dick inside my wedding ring
 And all the bread it brings will be distributed and properly
 I represent for hip hop not some fucking aristocracy
 I'm the Martin Scorsese of rap, rap predator
 Better than severin' the reverend with a jackknife
 Kevin and eleven of 'em revvin' up the engines we bubblin' up like 7-Up
 Then when we shoot that shit we eat that shit for din--din-ner
 I don't need no fuckin' "Ok", are you serious, I'm okay
 I'mma make you bleed like it's your period, period
 I eat period pussy so eating you ain't serious
 What you need for me to flip that shit and rip that shit
 Like a skitzo stick that shit, that shit like a automatic pistol grip
 No, I created this fast rap, I'm past that
 I put a gat in that asscrack and blast that
 I'm lightyears ahead of 'em, might use the head of 'em
 I lose, then you can keep the breadcrumb
 My nigga I'm a carnivore, ready for any kind of war, any kind of score