The Devil Is Dope

Lyrics for The Devil Is Dope

"Where am I? I smell fire Burn (fire) burn (fire) burn (fire) burn (fire)... Where am I? I smell fire What about the cops? (Burn) Why do you think they call it dope, (fire) dope? Fire (burn) fire (burn) fire (burn) fire (burn) fire (burn) burn! It's gettin' hot (hot, hot find) Oh... no... oh..." Satan is his name, from hell he came Some call him Lucifer But he hides his horns in many different forms But still is Lucifer The devil is dope, out of control The devil is dope, out to get your soul The devil is dope, out of control The devil is dope, the devil is dope He plays tricks, begins with kicks So beware my brothers and sisters (brothers and sisters you better beware) Next thing that you know, you gotta Jones ('cause is down) look out! Here comes the pusher The devil is dope, out of control The devil is dope, out to get your soul The devil is dope, out of control The devil is dope, the devil is dope! Brothers and sisters you better beware! While you're gettin' high Lucifer is pullin' you down lower (lower) He'll make you a slave Then put you in your grave (And close the door) The devil is dope, out of control The devil is dope, out to get your soul The devil is dope, out of control The devil is dope, the devil is dope! Don't you help your pusherman (Don't help him, don't help him, is pullin' you down!) Or you'll wind up six feet under (so better beware) You think you're superfly But you're getting much too high (Is pullin' you down, down, down, yeah...)