Too Much Faith In the Devil Songtext
von Bleed The Wicked Menace

Too much faith in the devil
Too much faith in the devil
Too much faith in the devil
I just put too much faith in the devil

Soul all black, in a back, on a trap, with a MAC, put a mask on
Bitch, you fake like a dyke with a strap-on
Fucked your gang in a once, that′s the past on
I'ma be the same when the cash gone
I wanna dash to the ash on, dope to the fiends with a sack at the step on
I′ma keep on smokin' 'til the pack gone, Glock 19 with a beam and the mag long


Run up, put a hole up in his top, like a glass bong
Fuckin′ with a villain, you won′t last long
Run up with a set and you get blast on
Leave his body dead, layin' fucked up in the front lawn
Fuck up what you speaking on

Walk up on a menace, I ain′t never got the safety on
Tell 'em I ain′t comin' if the cash wrong
No, I got ′em shook
That I'm prayin' it′s my last song
Prayin′ I don't last long
Tell ′em I ain't stoppin′ 'til I pass on

Too much faith in the devil
Too much faith in the devil
Too much faith in the devil
I just put too much faith in the devil

Too much faith in the devil
Too much faith in the devil
Too much faith in the devil
I just put too much faith in the devil