Artist: Twista f/ Chris Swagg
Album:  Dark Horse
Song:   Devil's Angel
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

{"The Perfeckt Flaw production"}

[Chorus: Chris Swagg]
Black on my gloves, black on my hoodie
I got it on me for any pussy nigga that push me
If I want it I take it, angel of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just know that Jesus was waitin
Black on my gloves, black on my mask
It's a funeral nigga, that's on the gas
Life I'ma take it, angel of Satan
I'm a hitter for hitters, just know that Jesus was waitin

[Twista]
Far from a angel, more like a devil
Black SUV's, heavy metal, got my foot on the pedal
Murderin you right where you stand if I ever catch you
I can fill your back up with shells from this .38 special
Won't stop 'til I murder every rapper, I'm finna replenish
Went through a killin spree for years and I never repented
Father forgive me, I sinned and have no problem admittin
I'm like God to these bitches, my only problem's a mitten
Got black on my gloves, black on my mask
Shoot at me and miss and I'm comin BACK on yo' ass
I won't hold back, I'ma blow and knock you flat on yo' ass
My lil' niggaz'll blow and they ride for the cash
I'm a hitter for hitters, I sold my soul to the streets
These motherfuckers thought I sold my soul to the beast
Don't give a fuck about the murder rate, I'll help it increase
I got the realer gorilla shit embedded in me
If I should die right now I pray my dark soul you can keep
Cause I'm corrupted, I hang with killers, gangstas, elites
I'm up in this bitch wildin for Chi-raq, what you think?
I catch him in traffic rockin and rock him to sleep!

[Chorus]

[Twista]
Fresh off the corner where niggaz hustle and kick it
Politickin with gangstas and fuckin with bitches
But never lock and try me, the shit'll get different
They know that I keep it on me and God is my witness
I been the business, why they think I'm holdin the torch
I was only 12 or 13 when I first rapped on the porch
Battlin niggaz up in the park, I wasn't playin no sports
Man I wanted the whole thing, I wasn't takin no shorts
I call up the guys, and we take a ride
If we catch you lockin nigga then we gettin fire
Cause we tryna rock you, don't wanna see you alive
If we slide up on him, Swiss cheese him, he won't survive
I'm tellin you niggaz ain't ready bitch, any nigga can get it
Money, power and pussy, yes that's my religion
Proper preparation prevents poor performance in winnin
I'm from where them niggaz ain't hungry but they stay in the kitchen
I tell they momma to pray, look bitch I'm God
I know I sinned in the past but I beat the odds
I put in work, I did it for squad
Forever I'm cursed, I done done hits for the mob

[Chorus]