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im workin on the fight with my inner demon

i stay up all night he say he not leaving

lost myself in the fight but im not grievan

maybe i should leave him 6 feet down the deep end

my wounds they just deepen while i puff off my weed

thinkin i can run from my problems then they will concede

life is a bitch and its always in the lead

every single day i have to isolate

just to lock away all this fucking hate

when people see me they dont know my lifes at stake

the devil talked to me he wants to sell my life away

i said hell no aint no way at least today

mentally unstable thats why i medicate

ima take this to another level let me elavate

 

im ready for the devil to call

ready for my death and my fall

im ready for the date and time

when i let my life unwind

stuck in an aggressive grind

feel like i might lose my mind

emotionally invested in every line

when it comes to rap im a demi-god

only demi cause we all know eminem is at the top

feelin like a wizard i might cast a spell

send those who hate straight to hell

hoping that i make it but its hard to tell

cause it seems like every time i go up my world turns around

now im goin down

like a kamikaze when i hit the ground

like an atomic bomb that didnt make a sound

was a little pup till i turned into a hound

ima be a king im just tryin to find my throne

maybe one with diamonds and a little gold

aint no room for fakes just leave me alone

aint no room for hoes please dont call my phone

not for the games better watch your tone

if you on my bad side you are soon to meet the devil

im a spawn of satan yea i am a young rebel

people say i suck well thats how they won a medal

 

told my shorty pick side

you be his or you be mine

hurry up and make your mind

i dont wanna waste my time

smokin off my weed feels so heavenly

high as a kite feel like nobodyś ahead of me

you talkin all this shit you should be on human centipede

 

people think that i cant rap

cause im white and i am fat

well i just wanna say thats cap

i spit to the rythm and you know thats a fact

my bars blowin up like a nuclear plant

 

time for me to switch the verse

my lifes a gift my minds a curse

my bars they sick they need a nurse

i got a constant urge

just to quench this thirst

... im blood thirsty

its ok im not ok

i will always be this way

even when im in my grave

boxin bars like muhammad ali

flow like a butter fly sting like a bee

got to much drip i could make a sea

lyrics they demonic better get a preist