Superstitious E

Head on my shoulders, the tats on my skin With the bad attitude, they don't want me win I got evil inside me like tonic to gin I'll be honest with death, I promise to sin, Ayy Put a bottle in the dirt where my Brain lay Put a model in my hearse when I make way Put a motto to my name And motherfuckers feel the bane of my katana when I slay it with the big blade I am A representation of everything balanced except for My childish and reckless defect I don't have to Act like I give a stuff Fuck about anything Other than pain, ooh Motherfuckers get to be the Bane of my existence I believe it's in the Vision that I'm given Even the wisdom of your Dick is so intelligent I'd rather vent out some On motherfuckers for the hell of it Bad motherfucker With a bad little mistress All black fit, Goddamn so vicious Make my bank every day like Christmas Tell me, motherfucker, do you feel Superstitious? Ah, do you feel superstitious? Tell me, motherfucker, do you feel superstitious? Manifest what I guess through the visions Play my Games 'til I make it to the riches The Need of revenge on my chest, no desk And I still defeat the death of pussy messing with The best No rest for the wicked, I'ma keep It like a villain Bringing the motherfuckers up, you See the blood on the ceiling, ooh What is That feeling? Darkness in my body, I can't seem To be the only one to fear me Basilisk Fang as an earring I get intoxicated by the Damage that I'm dealing Triple then forty-five in Between eyes And I take myself out to a Place where my mind will be safe From the Pain that I hide every day Like a mask On my face and a smile to stray The Interest of others that can't seem to come But They're smothering 'cause of regret that eats And Devours my every state, leaving lifeless With Nothing to trade in the grave I shall lay Head on my shoulders, the tats on my skin With the bad attitude, they don't want me to Win I got evil inside me like tonic to Gin I'll be honest with death, I promise to Sin, ayy Put a bottle in the dirt where My brain lay Put a model in my hearse When I make way Put a motto to my Name and motherfuckers feel the bane of my katana When I slay it with the big blade