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]