The Devil Made Me Do It

Lyrics

[Hook: C-Mob] The devil made me do it, I can't stop what he's telling me He sits on my shoulder and he sings a wicked melody Unleashing the hell in me and demons that dwell in me Now I'm doin' shit considered way worse than a felony (The devil made me do it, the devil made me do it) [Verse 1: C-Mob] I'm facin' the confrontation, I'm tryin' to stay level-headed The voice told me: "Kill 'em!", it sounded just like the Devil said it My vision got blurry, my mind felt clotted and drug Then I woke up and I realized that I was covered in blood Now what could had happen, all I remember is I was about to be (?) snappin' All of a sudden I look up and see the bloody aftermath of a .45 clappin' I must have blacked out, then jabbed out and show no mercy when attackin' I gotta smash out, hit the background and get rid of the pistol I'm packin' I gotta go somewhere, so I can figure out what's goin' on up inside of my head And (?) pissed I black out and then when I wake up see everyone violently dead And then I heard a voice "I got you doing my bidding" But do I have a choice? "Not if you wanna be living I'm the devil on your shoulder that'll tell you time for attack If you don't listen I'mma rip yo spine out yo back" Fuck it, ain't no point in fightin', I'mma murder willingly Leavin' enemies frighten, time for a killing spree [Hook: C-Mob] [Verse 2: II Tone] I'm hearin' voices in my head, got me thinkin' "What the fuck?" Should I pop some pills to calm my nerves or lay back in the cut Angels cryin', demons speakin', my confessions I can't choose Heaven sent - hell bound, new direction in the noose Satan child, Devil's son, tryin' to lead me to the path I don't get it in and always win, a nigga do the math I stay upped on that powder in a world like Marilyn Manson Where they cook the angel wing, naked hoes table dancin' Now it's on, no more questions, pick your place out in a dirt Had to look up just to see hell so my feelings they don't hurt Armageddon motherfucker, leave a scar across yo face It's the mark of the beast, Uncle Louis on the case Snakes slither on yo body and the maggots on your flesh If yo body start to smell pour some acid 'cross his chest I'm insane in the brain or whatever you wanna call it Cause I'm higher than a motherfucker, drunk as alcoholic [Hook: C-Mob] [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] Satan talk to the Lord Infamous, askin' me to gather souls or remain a slave But if I commit all these crimes against God my soul will be damned into Lucifer fate He told me the after life rest in my hands, contemplatin' the fact though I'm really not sure He must give me the prophecy to document demonic literature But all the biblical stories are sayin' that Satan is destined to lose But Satan said that's not related, these scriptures are not very true You wanna be one of my generals at the apocalypse when I am king But I cannot be Lord and share any of my honor dreams because of the power that it bring It's not very tender, it's like I'm in a tug of war between angels and demons And all the things I butchered for I want for the wrong reasons Infamous you have a gift, there are many who follow you through the gates And the problem with enslavement is the gate, heaven or hades? Lures my mind temptations, know I'm prone to do wrong Know I rap against the Crucifix in most of my songs I'm not blamin' it on Satan cause my mind is strong Cause the Devil didn't made me do it; did it on my own [Hook: C-Mob]