Ultimate Demon
• Written by rabbie30
Look at the Demon
This boy livin' life like he's Jesus
Don't underestimate the power of the demon
Tyson J. Coles, on fire like Venus
Brotha is proven, I don't see a weakness
He's having fun he'll growl like hyenas
Ooh, heterogeneous, you forgot
I ride with the demon, ooh, when he go turbo
He take his bae to the park
Party all night at Meadows
Havin' his way up at Meadows
When he go home, though
They treat him like a fucking hero
Look at his muscle cells, body fat zero
AstroColes, gave us a hell of a whirl
He work the gin, even with a blindfold
Pillows on pillows on pillows
You know the demon is from the Bay
He could get stung by a damn bumblebee
Like MLK brotha don't feel the pain
The demon is wicked, born out of state
He got the glory and wanna slay
Said, "I'm not down for gays"
He got a bae comin' over who down to play
He kinda slick, when she ridin' the dick
But when she gets pregnant I know what I'm 'bout to say
Tell Robin
Son too hip, that boy sins
Take caution
When he mad he becomes too toxic
Get a coffin
Brotha spend this holiday blocked in
That demon got too many problems
Forever, amen
Demon does dip, brotha, canned copenhagen
Shit real good, that he swallow
This brotha gets puss at college, and practices bondage
He see a young lady, he conquer
The demon can handle a crisis, got blood on his denims
Lickety split, he cause mayhem
And the brotha just had a good day cause he like Saturday
And he partying like he in Memphis
Used to rock the fro, yeah, I'm diggin' it
Go check the scoreboard, cause Demon is crushing y'all ants
And I done have worked up an itch, that I'm bout to get sick
Cause the Demon is making me pay
Brotha jumpin' like a frogman, brotha
Actin' crazy like a madman, brotha
Always filled with that sex appeal
The reason brotha fightin' all these lame-ass brothas
Is cause they arrogant brothas
And they act like eels
Like PB, the brotha full of life, and very freaky
Brotha's always flying, like a turkey
The demon's countin' down, he feelin' needy
Demon is a proper noun best believe me
The demon'll strike you down like a cobra
This brotha blowin' vapor, he's bipolar
Ayy, somebody tell them brothas he's a joker
Watch out for Demon, brotha
Tell Robin
Son too hip, that boy sins
Take caution
When he mad he becomes too toxic
Kickin' my cat like a ground out
I'm fighting my urges to slaughter
Just give me a handy, one hell of an offer
And don't you dare quit it, or I'll have to hit it
I go change my outfit and put on my collar
The Demon, I'm blazin', say what, I'm so childish
Somebody help me but nobody round' here
They told me the Demon is all an illusion
I'm calm like the sea, cause it's not a disorder
But when I turn beastly, I hit the weed from my pc
I'm never dying or comin' a felon I'm preachin'
Like to be clean and not messy
I had to do all of my dishes, it's easy to please me
When's it's the pm, I'll unleash the mayhem
I act like a banshee, flying all over the dead sea
I see ghosts under my bed but I give them some space
Because they cannot haunt me, Demons, don't scare me
You ain't believe me, you guys wanna test me
People look and say I'm just a tumor but I'm out here boolin' and wanna encroach me
I'll drop this mixtape and become number one again
There is no trouble gain', I assure
The demon ain't rude cause I'm just having fun again
All my bitches, they got a violin, violin
Playin' in silence, they acceleratin' the demon that comes within
And I just tattooed Demon on my crotch
I hope no one ever finds this shit, brotha, oh no
Tell Robin
Son too hip, that boy sins
Take caution
When he mad he becomes too toxic
Get a coffin
Brotha spend this holiday blocked in
That demon got too many problems
Forever, amen
Uh, you cappin'
Demon strips, that's handsome
Move those hips, you dancer
Hit a lick, that's random
Demon shit, that's classic
He get blown, he braggin'
Shoot from deep, that's tragic
He could pass that bitch like Cassius, yeah
I be trappin', real shit, fantastic, yeah
Splittin’ these bars up like fractions, yeah
When Demon comes out he's like Cactus Jack
He gets in your dreams, you can't combat
He gon' flip the switch, change the habitat
September holy, zodiac
The brotha is jobless and he's havin' fun
Yeah, fourth of July, you can feel his wrath
Yeah, tell Robin
Watch his tone, it's rocky
Um, screw it, he obnoxious
Way he act making me feel nauseous
If you put the Demon in the friend zone
The bitch better watch her backbone, ooh, ooh
He got the perfect skin tone
He's a good nut, ask Taylor, ooh, ooh
Fuck bitches boost his ego
He gonna sink the free throw
All of his ways are well know
He fix his pride home Depot, uh
Demon gon' spin and spiral
Notorious, brotha, he's T.Coles
He said, "Ty, am I savage like cutthroat?"
I said hell yeah, your a heathen bro
Tell Robin
Son too hip, that boy sins
Take caution
When he mad he becomes too toxic
Get a coffin
Brotha spend this holiday blocked in
That demon got too many problems
Forever, amen
