D3MONS

I swear that I can feel em’ fucking with me

I swear that I can feel em’ fucking with me

Every Night I feel em fucking with me

I wake up screaming in my sleep every fucking night

Open up my eyes to cold sweat, bloody clothes from my nose, erghh

Nothing nice, Father I’ve killed a man, but I had to do it

Only thing is ‘he’ is me, damn, how the fuck you couldn’t get me through this?!

My skin is bluish, voices in my head saying

“Don’t be stupid all you have is in that bag you better use it!”

Cut it, snuff it, puff it, shoot it, only one I trust now is myself these muthafucka’s Judas

Gun in my pillow cause’ all I feel is this paranoia

Holes in my wall from all them nights that I was feeling for him

The devils here but I’m still awake, then I broke the mirror

Why? Cause I seen his face, even my bitch corrupted

I fucked her pussy until it’s bloody took it out and then she sucked it told me that she loved it, Bitch

Everything is black I think I am deceased, I am a ghost without the bed sheets, X speak…

If a beast is what I got to be, then so be it

Fuck it, if I got to live it, then ya’ll gon’ see it

Eat it, Shit it, Live it, it’s in my blood

That’s why I get down like ‘What?’ from the dirt to the mud

You fucked up thinking shit was sweet, but shit in the streets

Make you split the heat to the back of his head make you spit teeth only love ones grieve

And I don’t wanna have to be the one to tell you shits deep

But man, shit’s deep

I swear that I can feel em fucking with me

Every night I feel em fucking with me

Please God tell these demons stop fucking with me

Every God damn night I feel ‘em fucking with me

Why?! Please God…

The streets still the same

Ain’t right, if a nigga can’t still feel the pain

But still kill the game, still keep real and aim

I get down one way we could keep it that one way or take it to gun play

Let a nigga know, If we going to walk this dog

Or If we ain’t gon talk at all

Make a nigga have to, talk with the 4 it’s the only language you know

There you go Pop, pop, pop, Now there you go

And I hate that I can see snakes clearly

They don’t even try to hide, it’s like they try to get near me

Most of ya’ll don’t hear me, it’s like I’m talking to myself

You niggas is so dumb I feel like I’m talking for my health

It’s not like I’m talking for the wealth cause there ain’t no money in the truth

Shit! I live this shit for real, Ya’ll make it up in the booth

Till a nigga lose his tooth over some shit he didn’t plan on

Wasn’t prepare for, really couldn’t stand on

Fuck it, Turn the cam on, tie his feet and his hands up and watch him

I’ll be back up with that heat to get his tan on

Now that’s for fucking with me

And that’s for my dog

This because where you’re going you’re not gonna need that arm

The street’s is talking, Uh oh, there they come, Thirsty for that blood, Red rum, red rum

Do you know how it feels to be so mad you would kill?

Or to be so trapped when you scream your throat cuts like jagged pills?

And whenever you close your eyes everything inside you dies

And all the ‘high’s, crimes, and lies’ come alive muthafucka

I swear that I can feel ‘em fucking with me

Every night I feel em fucking with me

Please God tell these demons stop fucking with me

Every God damn night I feel em fucking with me

Why?! Please God…