Plague leads to death Evisceration plague Driven to kill, this is not my will I am compelled to slay Invisible foe takes control My entrails are in my hands Experimental pathogens, a devil's design The dark side of science breeds a weapon of war

I don't know If you believe in Heaven If you believe in Hell Is alive and well Alive and well But I bet we can agree that the devil Surf the web Turn on the news Same old story

Tryin' to untangle my mind So far down, the devil loved me high I'm just trying to untangle my mind Well I drank a lot of whiskey in my time And I've held a lot of women that were fine And I made a little money, I blew every dime Well I've made a lot of

Miss America, petty thoughts Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch If you ain't fuckin' me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge Green dollars

(Jesus Walks) God show me the way because the Devil's tryin' to break me down (Jesus Walks with me) And I don't think there is nothing I can do now to right my wrongs (Jesus walks for them) Yo, we at war We at war with terrorism, racism, but most of all

Brings out the devil in me Hell ain't a bad place to be Hey you, yeah you Sometimes I think this woman is kinda hot Sometimes I think this woman is sometimes not Puts me down, fools me around What's she doing to me? Out for satisfaction, any piece of

That's the difference between whiskey and you One's the devil, one keeps driving me insane But one's a liar that helps to hide me from my pain And one's the long gone bitter truth There's a bottle on the dresser by your ring And it's empty so right now I

Not like us We're on another level These folks 'round here 2-steppin' with the devil I'm callin' y'all's bluff Y'all drinkin', y'all smokin' it up Show me what you got boy I'll show you that you're not like us Wanna be, yeah, you know you wanna be like us

And nobody can ever live forever Get over it I'm ready now And you always accuse me I can never ever be a perfect fucking image of what want you Rage-aholics Fill your cups We're dancing with the devil

But roll around heaven all day Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do Up in the mornin', out on a job Work like the devil for my pay While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do Fussed with my woman Toil for my kids Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray