[Busta Rhymes]
Yo - me and my niggas and my clique be gettin mad cream
Ball in the club, now I'm [bad word] havin a bad dream
This muh' [bad word] tried to greet me with wealth
I never knew that I would see that day that I would meet the devil himself
This [bad word] was eagerly waitin to prove it
Astonishingly, already dancin to his own burial music
Well anyway, he plottin' to do it to me
In a certain kind of way, and started off directly poppin [bad word] to me
While he spoke a couple of fires would spark
While he sat in the shadow talkin his [bad word] we watched the sky gettin dark - he said

[Devil]
Well isn't you (?) where it hurts, I'll leave you in a rock sample
Straight up leakin in the back of a church
Then I ghost ya crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home
Leavin you old and decrepit like [bad word] in Rome
Watch your body shrivel up and turn your ashes to smoke
 [bad word] your flesh don't get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes
I be that [bad word] that'll torture your spouse
And leave a thousand body bags like [bad [bad word] in front of your house

[Busta]
Got me buggin on a whole' nother level
Tell me how the [bad word] a [bad word] really end up havin beef with the devil
 [bad word] bugged the whole effect the [bad word] had on my dreamin
Body reactin mentally, goin to war with the demon
Semi-chaotic like a typical storm
So embellished in the dream a [bad word] felt it in the physical form
The dream got my [bad word] and [bad word] 
Eyes watery, shorty watchin my body twitch funny and [bad word] 
Givin shorty sleepin with me the creeps
She buggin off how a [bad word] just sweatin and breathin so hard in his sleep
Determined to conquer this [bad word] so let it begin
Absolutely focused on killin the demon within
So now we fight in the name of my brethren
And every blow connect durin the fight you can hear the thunder roll into heaven
Inhale a deep breath of fresh air
The devil's presence blows a cold draft leavin a scent of death in the air
While my mind was reassemblin now
Simultaneous wifey watchin a [bad word] body tremblin now
Couldn't conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead
Stabbed a [bad word] with the same bone he ripped from his head
Yo it's funny how the devils'll test us
But it's only select, niggas blessed with somethin so miraculous and precious
Til I'm dead I'm always battlin through
You disbelieve then cut my main vein that all my blood be travelin through
Somebody got to die, settle the score
Because it's me or this [bad word]  I'm fighting to the death
I'm ready for WAR!!!!!!

(*devil laughing fades*)