Ive got a little bit of evil in me Little book of evil deeds Ive got a little bit of evil in me And I wont exercise these demons Let them feed Everyday I feel the same Everyday I play the game Everyday I wake and bake And see what energy remains Try to run but I got chains on my feet And this pain in my knees I ain't scared I just need a little Power and a beat Got apologies to leave Right at the front door of my neighbours flat My sub was on you see I Had a little too much fun Was on the powder don't you see Threw my TV right out the window Regret that immediately I wrote im sorry Sorry's what I said I didn't write no more and went outside To buy some bread Walked into the store Catch a look from granny pet Swear the pug can see the evil in me Kicked it where it sat Ive got a little bit of evil in me Little book of evil deeds Ive got a little bit of evil in me And I wont exercise these demons Let them feed High for ten years straight Had to numb my brain Since im twelve ain't sane Should've started at eight Man I grew up with these thoughts gotta say From a cereal box to these rocks in my brain And my doc isn't trained Like the rest he's insane He got prepped in a church for the ghosts that unchain For the one like you and I Wave the gun like do or die Saying fuck you to a child Hope he goes home applies All this new knowledge I don't do bondage Every time I wake up gotta change college I got this evil on my hands Got this evil in my head Got in evil I Stand back Run and punch you in the neck Got this evil on my hands Got this evil in my head Got in evil I Stand back Run and punch you in the neck Run and punch you in the neck I wanna punch you in the neck Ive got a little bit of evil in me Little book of evil deeds Ive got a little bit of evil in me And I wont exercise these demons Let them feed I tried wearing make up like the joker But they say pennywise is a bitch Got to work it over It just gets so boring just walking these streets Get a little crazy from these boom bap beats And i hate these local rappers gotta say All this chit chat out their ass Motherfucker just go pray for another life For a better way to go One day ride up to your crib With a molotov O Bros Bullet to the forehead when I enter god mode Tulip when its over like im Luzifer goat And i don't think they gonna notice when I rob their ass cold Leave a message at the door Like don't worry Jesus knows