The Devil In Nice Clothes

The Devil in nice clothes, I suppose I’m the choice, she chose, this the life I chose, FBI, DEA, Secret Service snapping photos out in Denver, where it snows, laundering these old dirty Caucasians on pieces of papers from profits, from that uncut Colombia Coca, the CEO of Merrill Lynch adding to thy portfolio, doing what Bernie Madoff did to Steven Spielberg, to Volkswagen -n- Volvo, using what I do know to fuel Hillary Clinton’s campaign, for a small favor to clean up -n- legitimize thy escrow, -n- sell me a Federal Judge for the low, low, Tiger Woods or Sergio Santiago, cashing checks from Rolex for sponsoring professional golf -n- polo, a friend told a friend, that told a business man, that was a gentlemen, it wasn’t suppose to be Giovanni Versace that got killed, it was suppose to be Ralph Lauren, the Devil wrote down his list of sins with a Cartier pen, I saw the Devil’s daughter, she said Hell is between a woman’s legs, then she winked her eye then grinned, then I placed thy penis within her p*ssy, now in Hell here I am, the Devil disobeyed God for not bowing down to men, for he wanted man to bow down to him, now we beefing over women p*ssy on fire, the Earth’s twin, the Devil in nice clothes maybe so, for thy conquered her soul, wondering when did she determine this before or after she chose, this Devil in nice clothes, I suppose love is the life I chose, but it didn’t love me, so I let it go, for if it did really love me, it would had never considered me as a Devil in nice clothes, I suppose.

I’m no devil, just a handsome man

In nice clothes, I broke her heart

-N-conquered her soul, I apologize

Here’s a rose, now let’s go desiring the

Finer things, this the only life I know