Race With the Devil (From My Secret Sin)

Come on and race with this heavenly devil Watch as hail reigns on that holy umbrella You could never become a conductor of this level I only race with the devil I ain’t no sinner, but don’t judge me Temptation drifts toward beginners Only trials touch me Alcohol and lustful trust all through your body Like diarrhea gots a three year old rushing to the potty Ghostly stats, bitter chit chats Conquered maps bleeding on mats Hustler magazines, lonely couples addicted to claps Strapped in lubrication So I can live to climax another day White around my nostrils Maybe I’ll live to quit another way Witness my enemies coming ever so toward me I’ll never live to see a better Hell For death has assured me This is only a prelude to a dream Pastors and priest Never hesitate to infiltrate my schemes To get major means Reality floats above my vanilla sky’s My conscience tells me Gods screaming aquapella or at least he tries Life has no scene selection or fend protection Choices of a simple election Hardships are our special features Heaven and hell have never been so neutral So come on and race with this heavenly devil