[Busta Rhymes]

Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream

Balling the club, now I'm drunk having a bad dream

This mothafucker tried to greet me with wealth

I never knew that I would see that day that I would meet the devil himself

This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it

Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music

Well anyway, he plottin' to do it to me

In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me

While he spoke a couple of fires would spark

While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark (he said)



[Devil]

(?) Where it hurts

I'll leave you in a (?) straight up leaking in the back of a church

Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home

Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome

Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke

Fuck your flesh don't get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes

I be that nigga that'll torture your spouse

And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house



[Busta]

Got me bugging on a whole notha level

Tell me how the fuck a nigga really end up having beef with the devil

Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming

Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon

Seem (?) like the typical storm

So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form

The dream got my nose runny and shit

Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit

Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps

She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing so hard in his sleep

Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin

Absolutely focused on killing the demon within

So now we fight in the name of my brethren-ac