Devil Son Skit

Lyrics

Now news reporters write all types of things about me Journalists they write all kinds of things you know what I'm saying But this one young lady wrote my Coca Cola colored slanted eyes (Get out of here) Are enchanting that's  She said about me and my mama said focus on the positive so I'm focused You know what I mean but then you know King Magazine they wrote  They called me this the the beef nighting  The hip-hop beef nighting self-proclaimed devil's son That's what they call me cuz a mace They said macе and then said let us pray