I WAS SUPPOSED TO SELL MY SOUL (Remastered) lyrics

[Verse 1: Violent Remark]
Wrist work, bleeding hurt, using blades to dispose trash
Panic room, on some shrooms, blades to end you in a flash
di*k in your b*tch, yuh, call me with a choppa b*tch
Don’t call me with that dry sh*t, I'm onto some other sh*t
On the run, trap it up, bring that sh*t and pack it up
No screw up, got a cleaver just in case you f*ck it up
Runnin’ over, smoking sober, drunk as f*ck when in my Rover
Piling corpses up like Tetris, ain’t no stoppin’ this blood lover

[Chorus: Violent Remark]
I was supposed to sell my soul, but i had a knife on me
Was supposed to be bent, but yo girl finished the D
Satan in my veins, give the karambit and smoking dope
VR666, slang on my blade like you’re an antelope

[Verse 2: S1lverballer]
Got him on my sight, this shooter ‘bout to lose his sight
Sеnt so many to Satan’s lap, I can’t tell if I’m right
Money wired, won’t stop, еxtra stuff, post the shot
Hurt harder than your neck before your corpse dropped
Run slowly, look at me despite your eyes being sore
Red liquid crawls down ‘til it splashes on the floor
Did it hurt to me? Tell me, did it hurt to you? I’m sorry
It’s just a contract, maybe it is your fault for being so f*cking sloppy (How about that?)
[Verse 3: Violent Remark]
Ayy, shut the f*ck up and bow down to your master
Y'all n*ggas sold ya souls like Lady Gaga
I hit that b*tch like a f*cking piñata
I got Glockies and I ain't scared to shoot ya
Ayy, all of you n*ggas my slaves
Ayy, I put you all in my grave
Ayy, b*tch get the f*ck out my face
I put yo head into a microwave
Throw it up, beat her up, drink it up, f*ck ‘em up, i beat my b*tch harder than Miley Cyrus
Run it up, f*ck it up, run it up, f*ck it up, f*ck with me, yo body catching a virus
Ayy, these pus*y n*ggas be biased
I might start a riot, i might cause a crisis
b*tch, i be soulless, my bars blow like Isis
My gang go violent, my gang really lifeless
Y'all thought that I was gon' redo this verse? n*gga, you be dead wrong, n*gga I'm just that goated
I keep the rocket launcher in the back of my body, n*gga, keep that sh*t locked and loaded
These n*ggas faking they status online, you be scared to hold up that Draco you be toting
I keep it real, I ain't done told a lie, while these n*ggas snakes and they rats, what they told ‘em
Kill a n*gga if I say so
Always gotta keep it lay low
f*ck the industry, a new blow
I don’t trust n*ggas, they dam slow
All this bands on me i really gotta blow
Up in the stu, I ain't getting no sleep
f*ck the rap game, it’s only me
Better watch out for this n*gga, ‘cause I'm finna catch me a body, my gang finna feast