Turn It Lyrics

Yeah

It's Devixus

Yeah

Yeah

Turn it around, turn it around

Gotta get the bad out (get the fucking bad out)

Hurry the sound, hurry the sound

Gotta get the tracks out (get the fucking tracks out)

Murder the cowards, murder the cowards

Gotta kill them wack clowns (kill those fucking wack clowns)

You worrying now, you worrying now

Gotta get your back out (gotta get your back oooout)

Don’t hit me

With a whistle please

I’ll end thee

With one sentence G

I don’t need scenes

With a pistol squeeze

That just leaves these

Lil misses bereaved

Your envy

Is getting to me

Simply leave

No witnessing

It’s not that D

Is mister clean

It’s just that he

Has bigger things

In this dream

I’m envisioning

Breaking free

From the little stings

Busy bee

Nor anything

Can get in the way

Of me getting cream

Wu-tang, wu-tang

Is on my brain

And I’m going for chains

Knowing this thang

Can go in and change

The whole scope and the range

Blowing up veins

Like I’m dope in the game

Growing my name

Til no one can say

D’s not coming with the hard shit

Bitch, your leaving in a coffin

With your sails in a hard spin

You failed at life every so often

Then bailed on site, this time I’m blocking

You motherfucking cockless little pricks

I’m not your snitch looking at your pics

You’re trying to fish but I am not it

If your trying to diss then I do not get

What your trajectory is or your logic

I’m having fun with this shit and I’m hotness

My ink you savor

On this piece of paper

Like an infant baby

In an incubator

You need a major

League prayer for later

From all your colleagues

And neighbors player

And I’m just getting started

Feeling so heartless

Dealing with y'all's shit

Rolling without a conscience

Flowing like blood in a mosh pit

Staining your carpet

The evidence is shocking

The medicine is not in

The veterans are plotting

They better get an army

To harm me, not rotting

Away in cell when I’m facing this hell

I Take a breath and inhale

Made my bed and I sail (sail)

Travel the globe like Magellan

Break the plane who you telling

Say their names why you yelling

Make your case now your bailing

Broke the chains and my soldiers trained

To snap out of traps fuck shoulder pain

Use the procaine, novocaine or lidocaine

In no way, you’re sane you’ve broke away

Into a place where you can’t be saved

Imagine the space where you can’t be changed

Well I’m in your face and I’ll bring the pain

Erase all this, I’ll be the flame

Burning like a gas oven

You worried bout the last something

Focus on the past, nothing

And you’ll end up like your past, nothing

Turn it around, turn it around

Gotta get the bad out (get the fucking bad out)

Hurry the sound, hurry the sound

Gotta get the tracks out (get the fucking tracks out)

Murder the cowards, murder the cowards

Gotta kill them wack clowns (kill those fucking wack clowns)

You worrying now, you worrying now

Gotta get your back out (gotta get your back oooout)