Devil's Night

[Verse 1: Eminem]

I make music to make you sick of fake music

Hate music like devil-worshipping, Satan music

So say your prayers, your 'Hail Mary's and Jesúses

Take two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix

Try to stop it, but you can't do it (Haha)

A whole generation of kids blowing out their fucking brains to this

Kurt Cobain music, students converted to 'caine users

As soon as they heard it, went out and murdered and maimed to it

What's your name?

[Verse 2: Swifty McVay & Kon Artis]

Judas

Got my 9 with six sharpshooters, now let's do this

I got niggas that shoots to static, you don't understand

How I'm all up in you niggas' TVs like Carole Anne

I'm a poltergeist: lyrically, I'm supposed to strike

Try to snatch this mic, you get cracked with Molson Ice (Ooh)

(Swifty, get your own woman!) I mean, I want his wife

I'm the type to go to gamblin' parties with trick dice

I rob casinos, slugs, eat those

You'd think it was the devil feedin' you jalapenos

Now you out of the scene, hoes, shot at your clean clothes