| Little Boy: Mom, mom, MOM!!!
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| Woman: I’m here Christopher, what’s wrong honey?
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| Little Boy: There’s a man in my room
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| Woman: Oh honey, there’s no man in your room
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| Little Boy: Yes there is. |
| He keeps on talking to me
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| Woman: Well what does he sound like?
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| Little Boy: I think it’s The Devil mom
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| Ever since I was a child, I could feel a dark presence lingering in me
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| As I got older, I could gradually hear it speaking more clearly
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| I was scared at first, I would under me and my little brother’s bunk bed
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| My little brother didn’t know what was there, so I thought that it was me that
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| it wants dead
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| Come to find out the opposite, it kept visiting me, no stopping it
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| I shut the bedroom door, kept locking it, under the cover tryna hide I would
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| often get
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| So much awful shit, going through my head I wish the thoughts would quit
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| I really needed someone to be talking with, like a child therapist with a
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| doctorate
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| But then again they don’t deal with the supernatural or anything beyond the
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| coffin, truly
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| They wanna put me on prescription drugs if I told 'em that the devil was
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| talking to me
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| It would’ve been all bad, and nobody would’ve sat next to Chris
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| Sitting all by myself in the pew during mass and they might’ve called an
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| exorcist
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| You could be in fact destroyed, God is good so react with joy, do what you
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| should since that’s understood you can go and be a good little Catholic boy
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| And it kept going on, til the night I decided to give up the fear
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| So I cursed and I called out his name, suddenly he just appeared
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| Devil: Christopher
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| Little Boy: Why don’t you leave me alone? |
| What do you want from me?
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| Devil: Don’t be afraid. |
| I just want you to know that if you ever need anything
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| I’m here for you. |
| There are so many great things in store for you.
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| If you ever need me, just speak my name
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| Watch when you speak of me, I peek on you frequently
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| I know all the deepest, darkest things that you keep secretly
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| He’s always watching, cause he is always near
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| Speak of the devil, and he just may appear
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| Now that I am in adulthood, and I’m filled with dreams of achieving goals
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| He say he can make 'em all come true all I gotta do is release my soul
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| I don’t wanna be a failure, I work too hard I don’t wanna feel that pain
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| But I always turn him down, is that why I’m still tryna make it in the rap game?
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| Every day he’s asking me, for my soul, promising cash to me, fame and women
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| coming after me, giving ass to me so nastily
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| Even though he’s so dastardly, gotta respect his tenacity, always showing up
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| every time I’m at a low point, tryna exploit catastrophies, blasphemies,
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| probably the best definition of the language that he speaks
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| Always tryna make a deal with me, every time I feel anguish at its peak,
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| and I wish that he’d start to flee, cause I reach for the light wholeheartedly,
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| but he knows darkness is a part of me, it can flow through me like it’s in my
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| arteries
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| And he tries to appeal to that, try to make it look that real in fact,
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| he’s coming for my soul but I will in fact, do what I gotta do to keep it
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| still intact
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| He said if I ever wanna quit struggling and I wanna make the leap to fame,
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| then he can provide everything I need, I just gotta speak his name
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| C-Mob: Look man, I keep telling you time and time again that I’m not selling
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| you my soul. |
| So quit offering me shit. |
| Stay out of my head, leave me the fuck
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| alone
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| Devil: (Laughs.) Well if you ever need me, just speak my name
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| Watch when you speak of me, I peek on you frequently
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| I know all the deepest, darkest things that you keep secretly
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| He’s always watching, cause he is always near
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| Speak of the devil, and he just may appear |