Ah, ah, ah
I'm letting out my inner demons
I'm going off of the deep end
Straight shots, let them seep in
Girl calling me and she screaming
Click, nah, no time for that
Loose spinning like clothes
In a laundry mat
I'm feelin' like I've never seen
Things so clear
If I'm losing my mind
I don't want it back
(Demons, come on)
(You got a vision)
(You're on a mission)
(Demons, live on)
Yeah
(And when I die)
(They may hang me)
When I die, hang me high
New definition of the meaning fly
High on life, in the fast lane
Feeling like I'm 'bout to catch a DUI
I'm gonna make some bad decisions
Regret them repeat them
Talk shit about me in your sentences
I'll make you eat them, yeah
Clean the plate
Then I wanna know
Tell me how that taste
Revenge is best served cold
Or at least so they say
Let's toast to life
Cheers, have a sip
You can catch me one year from now
On a yacht playing battle ship
(Demons, come on)
(Demons, live on)
(And when I die)
(They may hang me)
E-DUBBLE:
Yo, I guess it's summer time
Fresh Prince
Boppers pops to that guest list
They want the vood
But they got to move
Cause this basement
Only holds two chicks
No chains, old chucks
They eatin' out, food trucks
Foody's moods are like tootie-fruity
They little rich if that food sucks
So these demons
Leaning off Sunny D
Clumsy dancing like Sunny's D
Hammer pants and florecent jams
Those ladies like to live
Tongue in cheek
They moombahton
And they Louis Vuitton
Then spill a drink
On their Louboutin
Shit was fake
At least I hope for your sake
Kicking shit, soccor mom
These sake bombs can make
(Demons talk)
Vodka bombs are like
(Beautiful)
Columbo mumbles, no apprehension
That's sax against it
Judge Edo's fault
Or maybe just E-dub's fault
O.J. don't need no hope
My fiction's down
To my nine to pool is like
That he walks off
Yeah, I keep a wookie
As a bodyguard
Yeah, my fucking wookie's
Gonna body ya'll
Yeah, you think I'm trippin'
Baby, not at all
Too tone, too sexy
Black pays my
Hey man
The haters, I don't mind you
I drop you like I signed you
I'm gonna be here
Longer than your last name
And you rappers are too sweet
Aspartame
Catch you off guard
Like a hiccup
Steal a show like
This is a stick up
Making you feelin' like
You got a curse in your ass
Right at the thirteen Jason mask