I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from
I grasp the defining soul of demon,
So demon bodies can decay
She say all men treat her wrong way
Your mom's implanted with the baby of a sadastic demon
I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come
Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stationssorry i left that ass waiting
Will i rise to greatness im faithless ona basis being famous id be raging
Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around
Sippin lemonade while holdin back a demon hound
I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience
Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears
Raging and raising up hell, waiting to pay someone else,
Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf
Let me rideuntil i get free
A demon that feeds of my inner g
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