I do what I do with a grin full of sin, When the devil says “stop,” I say “let me begin.” I creep through the night with a click and a clack, Got a sack full of trouble and a demon on my back. I rhyme when I’m wicked, I rhyme when I’m mad, I rhyme when I’m happy, I rhyme when I’m bad. You ask what the hell I’m about to go do? I grin with my teeth and say, “Fuck, what I do.” I hop to the left, then I stomp to the right, I dance with the shadows that dance in the night. I twist and I turn with a sinister spin, Then laugh like a lunatic, “Let the shit begin!” I rattle your windows, I knock on your door, Then vanish like smoke while you look at the floor. You think that you saw me? You think that you knew? Nah, bitch, that was nothing compared to what I do. I do what I do, yeah, I do what I do, I’m a dark little devil with a fucked-up view. I cuss and I grin, I get strange and obscene, I’m the meanest damn goblin that you’ve ever seen. I wiggle, I giggle, I shuffle, I screw, I make up a rhyme and then make it come true. You ask why I’m crazy, I say, “Why not you?” Then tip my damn horns and go back to what I do. One wicked little devil went out for a stroll, Two nasty little demons came digging a hole. Three creepy creepers went creeping behind, Four twisted little bastards got stuck in my mind. Five black little shadows went crawling up high, Six red little eyes started watching the sky. Seven damn voices all yelled, “Who are you?” I yelled, “I’m the motherfucker doing what I do!” I’m crooked and cooky, I’m twisted and tall, I laugh at the darkness, I dance when I fall. If I trip on a stone, I’ll just kick it away, Then curse at the moon for the rest of the day. If somebody pisses me off with their crap, I’ll turn their whole bullshit into part of the rap. No halos above me, no angel in view, Just horns, hellfire, and a mouth full of “Fuck you!” Round and round and around I go, Through the black little woods where the cold winds blow. Up goes my hat and down goes my shoe, Who gives a fuck? I got shit I must do. I stumble through shadows, I crawl through the rain, I laugh at the thunder and dance with the pain. The devil might ask me, “You sure this is wise?” I say, “Hell yeah,” with a fire in my eyes. I do what I do, yeah, I do what I do, If you tell me I can’t, I’ll probably say, “Who?” I’ll grin at your rules, then I’ll break one or two, Not because I have to—because that’s what I do. I’m foul, I’m feral, I’m filthy with flair, Got darkness for breakfast and smoke in my hair. I’m mean with a rhyme and I’m nasty with words, My tongue spits out chaos like flocks of black birds. I don’t need a crown and I don’t need a throne, I built me a kingdom from bones and stone. I sit with the demons and laugh at the view, Raise up my cup like, “Cheers, fuck you too!” The night gets colder, the shadows get wide, The devil starts laughing right there by my side. He asks, “Are you finished?” I say, “Not quite.” Then turn up the madness and start another night. Do I quit? Hell no. Do I hide? Fuck no. Do I care what they say? Not even a little, so— I bounce and I pounce and I stomp and I chew, I talk my shit loudly like devils all do. I rhyme and I climb and I scream at the moon, Then cackle so hard that the graveyard goes BOOM! I do what I do, yeah, I do what I do, Dark as a nightmare and twice as unglued. I’m wicked, I’m warped, I’m a hell of a crew, If trouble needs trouble, then trouble needs me too. I’m not getting better, I’m getting brand new, With a bag full of curses and a bad attitude. So if you see horns when I’m walking past you, Don’t ask what I’m doing— I’M DOING WHAT I DO. What do I do? I do what I please. I whisper to demons and laugh with the trees. I dance with the dead and I howl with the crew, Then tell every shadow, “Get the fuck out my view!” I’m evil-ish, devil-ish, wickedly weird, The kind of damn bastard the darkness has feared. I rhyme till I’m breathless, then rhyme something new, And if you still ask why— Fuck you. That’s what I do.
