Devil's Barfight!!

(album: The Red, White And Black - 2017)

[Romanized:]

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Minasama kita kudasai!
The protagonists of tonight's game are the new kids in town
Their enemy is the Lord of the Demons
Using rap as their equipment, their voices as their weapon
Betting their lives on the dice in the palm of their hands
What will happen next?!
Ladies and Gentlemen, stay tuned for Satan's rap dungeon!

Trigger happy holy shit, fam! It's lit, damn!
Perfect game, shoot the bottle, devil's game, full throttle!
WarewarewaRE it's you again, fuck-o!
And I bet you're feeling cocky, but you're shit outta luck, though!
Our bonafide sound got you bone-ified in the ground!
If you're wise you'll take the demon's advice, it goes like:
Got an issue? Grab the mic and fuck the tissues
No one's gonna miss you if you ain't made the histories
And while we're on about it I forgot to mention
All the keyboard warrior bullshit's another story
Tumorous internet humor's up in the gory details of being just another millennial
Several background checks and not a need for repentance
So tell me Satan-sama, why I serve a hell sentence?!
Like kicking, screaming, holy fuck! And now ya pissed me off
Congratulations bitch, you won! Now here's a mazel tov!
Looking for the boy with the million dollar smile
Gentlemanly getup and the fakest style
I'm gonna sidle on up with my poise and grace
Strike a pose, lean in close, and then I'll punch him in the face!
Ayo, disclaimer, no offense, love yourself (Haha!)
Just kidding, go fuck yourself!
In medias rest-in-peace criminal mindset
Cause everybody needs an outlet!

I'll be damned, this joint is way too quiet
Ready, steady, time to riot!
Nope, no excuses from me
Chalk it up to deus ex machina
Truces are for losers!
If you don't do your worst, you're no fun
I hate to break it to ya, but you fucked with the wrong ones!
Seldom silent, ultra violent
So not likely to stop us from whiling out!

I'll be damned, this joint is way too quiet
Ready, steady, time to riot!
Nope, no excuses from me
Chalk it up to deus ex machina
Truces are for losers!
If you don't do your worst, you're no fun
I hate to break it to ya, but you fucked with the wrong ones!
Seldom silent, ultra violent
So not likely to stop us from whiling out!

Ayo Scott SK Miller, wassup

I got fifty thousand bitches and a gun so big
I blow your lid back quick, yeah I'm syphilis kid
Dope shit, cocaine bricks all in my whip
Maserati dip
(Uh, you ain't supposed to rap like this)
Wait, what? (What?)
You mean no typical shit?
I ain't bragging 'bout the life I ain't really living in?
Well shit
What am I supposed to do then?
(I dunno, tell 'em how you forced Eve to swallow sin)
Drop the kids off in Harambe's pen
Next of kin think I lost it
I'm the shit, like Depends
Pun intend, then again, we can let the record spin
Rule 34 says fuck me, it exists
I hear it often, but they ain't coming for crown
I ain't got one, but I'm feeling royale!
That's KC, Nakama gang -shin of the underground
So it's Satan-sama when we playing merry-go-round
Proud Mary burned down 'cause the flow's too ill
Illuminati turned me down 'cause I'm too kill
"Too kill" means I'm shooting at that mockingbird
Do my will with words watch me purge, fuck what you heard
Egotistical: the enemy of average
Deku on the track, quirks make me savage
You maggots past tense so stay silent
Sun rises in the east, catch these ultraviolets

I'll be damned, this joint is way too quiet
Ready, steady, time to riot!
Nope, no excuses from me
Chalk it up to deus ex machina
Truces are for losers!
If you don't do your worst, you're no fun
I hate to break it to ya, but you fucked with the wrong ones!
Seldom silent, ultra violent
So not likely to stop us from whiling out!

And so the curtains close tonight on the hellscape and ruins
Such is the way of Friday night in the realm of the King of the Demons
Well, we'll see you next time, then
Because you'll be back
They always come back
Hahaha!

[?]

[Japanese:]

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みなさま きた ください！
The protagonists of tonight's game are the new kids in town
Their enemy is the Lord of the Demons
Using rap as their equipment, their voices as their weapon
Betting their lives on the dice in the palm of their hands
What will happen next?!
Ladies and Gentlemen, stay tuned for Satan's rap dungeon!

Trigger happy holy shit, fam! It's lit, damn!
Perfect game, shoot the bottle, devil's game, full throttle!
WarewarewaRE it's you again, fuck-o!
And I bet you're feeling cocky, but you're shit outta luck, though!
Our bonafide sound got you bone-ified in the ground!
If you're wise you'll take the demon's advice, it goes like:
Got an issue? Grab the mic and fuck the tissues
No one's gonna miss you if you ain't made the histories
And while we're on about it I forgot to mention
All the keyboard warrior bullshit's another story
Tumorous internet humor's up in the gory details of being just another millennial
Several background checks and not a need for repentance
So tell me Satan-sama, why I serve a hell sentence?!
Like kicking, screaming, holy fuck! And now ya pissed me off
Congratulations bitch, you won! Now here's a mazel tov!
Looking for the boy with the million dollar smile
Gentlemanly getup and the fakest style
I'm gonna sidle on up with my poise and grace
Strike a pose, lean in close, and then I'll punch him in the face!
Ayo, disclaimer, no offense, love yourself (Haha!)
Just kidding, go fuck yourself!
In medias rest-in-peace criminal mindset
Cause everybody needs an outlet!

I'll be damned, this joint is way too quiet
Ready, steady, time to riot!
Nope, no excuses from me
Chalk it up to deus ex machina
Truces are for losers!
If you don't do your worst, you're no fun
I hate to break it to ya, but you fucked with the wrong ones!
Seldom silent, ultra violent
So not likely to stop us from whiling out!

I'll be damned, this joint is way too quiet
Ready, steady, time to riot!
Nope, no excuses from me
Chalk it up to deus ex machina
Truces are for losers!
If you don't do your worst, you're no fun
I hate to break it to ya, but you fucked with the wrong ones!
Seldom silent, ultra violent
So not likely to stop us from whiling out!

Ayo Scott SK Miller, wassup

I got fifty thousand bitches and a gun so big
I blow your lid back quick, yeah I'm syphilis kid
Dope shit, cocaine bricks all in my whip
Maserati dip
(Uh, you ain't supposed to rap like this)
Wait, what? (What?)
You mean no typical shit?
I ain't bragging 'bout the life I ain't really living in?
Well shit
What am I supposed to do then?
(I dunno, tell 'em how you forced Eve to swallow sin)
Drop the kids off in Harambe's pen
Next of kin think I lost it
I'm the shit, like Depends
Pun intend, then again, we can let the record spin
Rule 34 says fuck me, it exists
I hear it often, but they ain't coming for crown
I ain't got one, but I'm feeling royale!
That's KC, 仲間 gang 神 of the underground
So it's Satan-sama when we playing merry-go-round
Proud Mary burned down 'cause the flow's too ill
Illuminati turned me down 'cause I'm too kill
"Too kill" means I'm shooting at that mockingbird
Do my will with words watch me purge, fuck what you heard
Egotistical: the enemy of average
Deku on the track, quirks make me savage
You maggots past tense so stay silent
Sun rises in the east, catch these ultraviolets

I'll be damned, this joint is way too quiet
Ready, steady, time to riot!
Nope, no excuses from me
Chalk it up to deus ex machina
Truces are for losers!
If you don't do your worst, you're no fun
I hate to break it to ya, but you fucked with the wrong ones!
Seldom silent, ultra violent
So not likely to stop us from whiling out!

And so the curtains close tonight on the hellscape and ruins
Such is the way of Friday night in the realm of the King of the Demons
Well, we'll see you next time, then
Because you'll be back
They always come back
Hahaha!

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