Satan Sent Me

[Intro]
Bangladesh

[Verse 1: Papoose]
Oh, you think you a demon? Satan sent me
Blaze a fifty cap plain and simply
Infrared dots pause, they gave 'em hickeys
In the Mozzy though, De Blasio, I changed the city
Timberland gave me so much heat they think it's Missy
I don’t clown with trolls, got crowd control, my name Liddy
I say, "Papoose, Papoose," they say it with me, uh
Crazy creatures and easy Jesus, I’m stayin' pissy
You're reclinin' chair, the gun sit back when that thing is empty
They don’t want me to shine, spit the ugliest lines
I was the king of New York, now the whole country is mine
Knowledge is food for thought, I just crunch it and grind
With the teeth of my brain, I got the hungriest mind
First they said I was finished, then I flood it with rhymes
Now they say he got better, damn, this must be his prime
You can’t kill Papoose, man, that brotha’s divine
Because I was born dead, they should have brung me a shrine
Hatin' me is your choice, if you love me, it's fine
But you owe me respect and I’m comin' for mine
They said I don’t support em’, but that’s funny though, Slime
Support goes both ways, you never brung me a dime
Gun in my pants, I'll be tool tuckin'
These tough-talkin' niggas talk a good one but they ain’t gon’ do nothin'
You actin' like you want to prove somethin'
When I got it on me, I never hesitated to boom somethin'
You scared to walk alone, well, you buggin'
You don’t never want to go to the club unless your goons comin'
We choke niggas comin' through frontin’
I put more niggas in the yoke than eggs, I keep a few dozen
I grew up in the Brooklyn Zoo hustlin'
I’m a fire breathin' dragon for real, straight out the truth dungeon
My lady love me, I’m a cool husband
We wake the whole damn hotel up when we in the room fuckin’
Talk tough, catch 'em in traffic, make them guys crash
On your block, toast in the air, that’s a wine glass
Told my shooter, "You see them niggas? Let the nine blast"
Gave 'em the gun without lookin', I threw a blind pass
Execs don't sign nice niggas, rather sign trash
Break both his arms, fuck it, he got a signed cast
Put you behind so many bars when my mind spazz
You gon’ have to do exercise to make the time pass
Say they hate you now, I promise they love you later
Should have worked in the stock market, you always was a traitor
Deny what you said about me, I knew you was a faker
'Cause, man, you would have never denied it if you was a gangster