This is a song about "Demon slayer"

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

I grasp the defining soul of demon,

I don’t care where ya are

//me and great the king slayer

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Your mom's implanted with the baby of a sadastic demon.

(20th century demon man)

Still the man with the pan

Only a demon could cause so much pain,

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

The demon in me finally awakened

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Sippin lemonade while holdin back a demon hound

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

So demon bodies can decay