These kids are stupid, running around claiming Demon Time
Well then I'm on Angel time, I'll claim that as mine
The evil your repping wants you all in
No care shown from your side, embellished in sin
Think about the life you lead and the spirits you attract
Nothing good with that energy, that's a fact
These new rappers claiming inverted crosses
Working Black Magic, Satan who their boss is
God is mine, Angel time
I'll tell you once more
Once you go through Hell's door
It's too late, your feet won't touch the floor
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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