Travis Barker, Slaughterhouse - Devil's Got A Hold

I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite It seems that I can't win this fight Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone Devil's got a hold on me Devil's got a hold on me Devil's got a hold on me (Devil's got a hold on me) Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat He hates when I'm writin' so the thing on my nightstand Start ringin' and lightin' up, vibratin' and all that I don't wanna sell no wall crack, I just wanna go perform at The biggest place in the world 'cause I'm dope, like them four packs Sittin' in writes on my window sill, makin' sure everythin' stays on chill Right shoulder wearin' all white sayin', "Joe chill" Left shoulder wearin' red sayin' "Pay yo' bills" So that raw metaphor that I, thought of before I don't remember no more 'Cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store And I heard, "So you off tourin'?" I turned and seen this whore That I used to fiend for, that ain't never let me score Lookin' at me like I'm somethin' she ain't never ever saw So a one-hour run somehow turned into 24 Wifey callin', I hit ignore, my priorities is poor Listen Lord I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite It seems that I can't win this fight Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone Devil's got a hold on me Devil's got a hold on me Devil's got a hold on me (Devil's got a hold on me) Nickel, c'mon My life is like a box of chocolates I work hard for it, plus I am awkward, uh I am a addict's son, plus I'm a addict, son I am a AK addict, uh, Travis drums I am the lead dump factor That's why I got a edge on rappers I am redrum backwards I'll see your crew and get deep So you can respect it, jump me I signed a deal with my maker Satan's my record company I got a K cannon, I buy chinchillas My bitches rockin' Luci-furs after they Satan-in Now can you say tannin'? Better yet say Dannon Your coupe look just like yogurt, I fly I ain't landin' I am the bank bandit, I got a buyin' problem I goes in then walk out with all the money but I ain't rob 'em I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite It seems that I can't win this fight Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone Devil's got a hold on me Devil's got a hold on me Devil's got a hold on me (Devil's got a hold on me) I'm talkin', I'm talkin' he talks, I listen, GPS on my position Just livin', just hangin' out with the opposition Can't take the heat get the fuck out the kitchen Stupid y'all, think I'm just spittin' I belong in prison, crazy by my own admission on a mission To grab a podium, audience, let me tell the public That I'm self-destructive, I ain't lookin' for no help, fuck it Lookin' for a way to get high, I'm still alive Six million ways to die, still a few more left to try Is Red Bull Pills is hittin', still a slight medic' We just goin' back and forth, feelin' like tennis Standin' underneath rain, wanna be sane Friends and family wantin' me to change But it's too late 'cause my feet is gettin' comfy on the flames Check it I don't wanna be another nigga with no gold (Nah) No fame, success nigga no hope (Nah) Sleep on the corner in SoHo Like up is down, there's no dough Uh, fuck it, they ain't put me under yet And think what you wish, I ain't got one regret I toss, I turn, can't sleep at night I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite It seems that I can't win this fight Hands together if you there, tell him leave me alone Devil's got a hold on me Devil's got a hold on me Devil's got a hold on me (Devil's got a hold on me) My automobile is not a Bentley He knows that my pocket's empty The devil's so consequently, he gotta tempt me Standin' on the block you should not offend me I rock a semi, like Prada, Fendi I don't think the spirit of God is in me Just wicked whispers of scriptures Satan is narratin' I heard you got a safe in your crib so I'm there waitin' Nobody's safe in your crib, when I'm on that staircase I'm bare-faced Possessed by what you possess, I'm hell raisin' And I just left somebody's father a quadriplegic Told him not to move or get shot to Egypt, he did not believe it He's losin' blood and I'm cold-blooded like I'm anemic I need a doctor, I'm psychotic, maybe I should watch "The Secret" Or see a priest and I might just chill Or will I blow him out of the confession booth Like on 'Righteous Kill' Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will I hope I seek some forgiveness 'cause (My life was real) Devil's got a hold on me D-d-devil's got a hold on me Devil's got a hold on me Devil's got a hold on me D-d-d-d-devil's got a hold of me Devil's got a hold of me