[Busta Rhymes]   Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream   Balling the club, now I'm drunk having a bad dream   This mothafucker tried to greet me with wealth   I never knew that I would see that day that I would meet the devil himself   This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it   Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music   Well anyway, he plottin' to do it to me   In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me   While he spoke a couple of fires would spark   While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark (he said)      [Devil]   (?) Where it hurts   I'll leave you in a (?) straight up leaking in the back of a church   Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home   Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome   Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke   Fuck your flesh don't get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes   I be that nigga that'll torture your spouse   And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house      [Busta]   Got me bugging on a whole notha level   Tell me how the fuck a nigga really end up having beef with the devil   Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming   Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon   Semi-chaotic like the typical storm   So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form   The dream got my nose runny and shit   Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit   Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps   She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing so hard in his sleep   Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin   Absolutely focused on killing the demon within   So now we fight in the name of my brethren   And every blow connect during the fight you can hear the thunder roll into heaven,   Ain't hell a deep breath of fresh air   The devil's presence blows a cold draft leaving a scent of death in the air   While my mind was reassembling now   Simultaneous wifey watching a nigga body trembling now   Couldn't conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead   Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head   Yo its funny how the devils'll test us   But if fully select, niggas bless with something some'll raggle with impressions   Til I'm dead I'm always battling through   You can't believe you cut my main vein that all my blood be traveling through   Somebody gotta die, settle the score   Because it's me or this nigga, I'm fighting to the death, I'm ready for WAR   [devil laughing fades]