Official TS - Satan 2.0 Lyrics

What you lot thought it was over?
This is Satan 2.0
Yeah
Already know
This is Satan 2.0
Get ready
When I wedge that shank in your chest
I promise you I'ma lose control
Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughing out blood
And his guts go squish like flesh from my crow
Have a taste of death, come watch this show
Don't try run can't escape the ghost
Cry for help when we snatch that soul
Strangle him till we turn him crow
When I wedge that shank in your chest
I promise you I'ma lose control
Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughing out blood
And his guts go squish like flesh from my crow
Have a taste of death, come watch this show
Don't try run can't escape the ghost
Cry for help when we snatch that soul
Strangle him till we turn him crow
Don't be stupid, always ruthlеss
Carve out his chest leave more than bruises
Push that chrome in his heart like Cupid
Pray to the Jinn, are you fucking deluded
Mental, I'm fucking tapped
You would lose your shit from the thoughts i had
Turn a big man gnome when a shank get backed
Adrenaline rush would make him spaz
When i talk about coffins and
Graves just know that your time will eventually come
If you don't get smoked in the Dunya
Then in the graveyard little man gonna get bun
Your aunt, your cat, your dog, your son
They could all get killed for the things you done
I had a dream like Luther King that heads got smashed and spilt like rum
And i don't play games when it comes to
This life, I'm tryna prepare for the day i die
Get beat like a drum or smoked like spice
Satan got a speech for all of these guys
Big man you best panic let me not lie
Your own guys watching you die
Go and kill they're little siblings
And tear that flesh make sure it's ripe
When I wedge that shank in your chest
I promise you I'ma lose control
Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughing out blood
And his guts go squish like flesh from my crow
Have a taste of death, come watch this show
Don't try run can't escape the ghost
Cry for help when we snatch that soul
Strangle him till we turn him crow
When I wedge that shank in your chest
I promise you I'ma lose control
Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughing out blood
And his guts go squish like flesh from my crow
Have a taste of death, come watch this show
Don't try run can't escape the ghost
Cry for help when we snatch that soul
Strangle him till we turn him crow
How many times have I told these kids?
Rot in your grave and burn like rizz
Flick shank when i flick put holes in ribs
Pour acid on him and burn that skin
Clot his blood that's attempted murder
Click his head and neck like cursor
Purger, nothing in hell is worser
Do not run when we slap that burner
You are a big man now on this world
But in the coffin your a fucking bitch
Let me give you a taste of death real quick
Stone that prick till he done twitch
Burn him, he try fuck with a witch
Turn him, slice him up like pig
It's peak and mad in the life we live
Pray five times Lord forgive my sins
Don't try run you won't make it far
You will never see flesh coming out body parts
Then bake off good and pray to Allah
You don't know about all the pain and all the trauma
Burn him turn his chest crips like Walker
Fire gotta smoke him like sauna
Grab that kid put him in the Corsa
Flesh and guts that laugh with it
Blood dripping out come give him a sip
All these kids dipdipdipdip
Open him up like a fucking lid
I'm dying in the head I'm sick
It's hurting get rid of this shit
Give the soul to the Jinn
Make his blood turn blue like a fucking crip
All the talk and the talk
And the chit and the chat
But they don't say shit when a rambz gets backed
Trauma produced from a blacked out cab
I ain't prodbywalkz so I won't react
If i ain't got bars then who's got bars
No Leetothev and my rhymes got class
Stab that prick take a pic Mozart
In deep can't speak when you're in the graveyard
Chest shot with the dots bulls eye at darts
I'ma dig out your chest that's yellow like Bart
No broken marriage I'ma rip it apart
Then grab that yute put him in the car
You can try run but you won't get far
Carve his face and call it art
Or tie him up feed him to the sharks
Big man don't run when the shotgun barks
It's mad, it's fucked
Try play dead keep digging your lungs
Rip mans soul from his fucking chest
Then drink his blood how's that for a lunch
You could be big
Built and tough but you cry like a bitch when we chop your tongue
Beg for help
Cry to your mum
But there's no going back from the things you've done

What you lot thought it was over?
This is Satan 2.0
Yeah
Already know
This is Satan 2.0
Get ready
When I wedge that shank in your chest
I promise you I'ma lose control
Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughing out blood
And his guts go squish like flesh from my crow
Have a taste of death, come watch this show
Don't try run can't escape the ghost
Cry for help when we snatch that soul
Strangle him till we turn him crow
When I wedge that shank in your chest
I promise you I'ma lose control
Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughing out blood
And his guts go squish like flesh from my crow
Have a taste of death, come watch this show
Don't try run can't escape the ghost
Cry for help when we snatch that soul
Strangle him till we turn him crow
Don't be stupid, always ruthlеss
Carve out his chest leave more than bruises
Push that chrome in his heart like Cupid
Pray to the Jinn, are you fucking deluded
Mental, I'm fucking tapped
You would lose your shit from the thoughts i had
Turn a big man gnome when a shank get backed
Adrenaline rush would make him spaz
When i talk about coffins and
Graves just know that your time will eventually come
If you don't get smoked in the Dunya
Then in the graveyard little man gonna get bun
Your aunt, your cat, your dog, your son
They could all get killed for the things you done
I had a dream like Luther King that heads got smashed and spilt like rum
And i don't play games when it comes to
This life, I'm tryna prepare for the day i die
Get beat like a drum or smoked like spice
Satan got a speech for all of these guys
Big man you best panic let me not lie
Your own guys watching you die
Go and kill they're little siblings
And tear that flesh make sure it's ripe
When I wedge that shank in your chest
I promise you I'ma lose control
Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughing out blood
And his guts go squish like flesh from my crow
Have a taste of death, come watch this show
Don't try run can't escape the ghost
Cry for help when we snatch that soul
Strangle him till we turn him crow
When I wedge that shank in your chest
I promise you I'ma lose control
Watch your eyes roll back and you're coughing out blood
And his guts go squish like flesh from my crow
Have a taste of death, come watch this show
Don't try run can't escape the ghost
Cry for help when we snatch that soul
Strangle him till we turn him crow
How many times have I told these kids?
Rot in your grave and burn like rizz
Flick shank when i flick put holes in ribs
Pour acid on him and burn that skin
Clot his blood that's attempted murder
Click his head and neck like cursor
Purger, nothing in hell is worser
Do not run when we slap that burner
You are a big man now on this world
But in the coffin your a fucking bitch
Let me give you a taste of death real quick
Stone that prick till he done twitch
Burn him, he try fuck with a witch
Turn him, slice him up like pig
It's peak and mad in the life we live
Pray five times Lord forgive my sins
Don't try run you won't make it far
You will never see flesh coming out body parts
Then bake off good and pray to Allah
You don't know about all the pain and all the trauma
Burn him turn his chest crips like Walker
Fire gotta smoke him like sauna
Grab that kid put him in the Corsa
Flesh and guts that laugh with it
Blood dripping out come give him a sip
All these kids dipdipdipdip
Open him up like a fucking lid
I'm dying in the head I'm sick
It's hurting get rid of this shit
Give the soul to the Jinn
Make his blood turn blue like a fucking crip
All the talk and the talk
And the chit and the chat
But they don't say shit when a rambz gets backed
Trauma produced from a blacked out cab
I ain't prodbywalkz so I won't react
If i ain't got bars then who's got bars
No Leetothev and my rhymes got class
Stab that prick take a pic Mozart
In deep can't speak when you're in the graveyard
Chest shot with the dots bulls eye at darts
I'ma dig out your chest that's yellow like Bart
No broken marriage I'ma rip it apart
Then grab that yute put him in the car
You can try run but you won't get far
Carve his face and call it art
Or tie him up feed him to the sharks
Big man don't run when the shotgun barks
It's mad, it's fucked
Try play dead keep digging your lungs
Rip mans soul from his fucking chest
Then drink his blood how's that for a lunch
You could be big
Built and tough but you cry like a bitch when we chop your tongue
Beg for help
Cry to your mum
But there's no going back from the things you've done