ON PAPER IT SEEMED SO SIMPLE, BUT WHEN IS ANYTHING THAT EASY

Feeling like I Got No Patience
Im Patiently Waiting for All of My Payments
But Who Am I Kidding Im Just a Replacement
I Guess I'm Convenient Dont Know How to Take It

I'm Gripping and Ripping
Apendages Splittin
My Mind Become Rotten
Im Ending My Life

Slitting and Spittin
My Blood Never Ending
Its Thicker than Mud
And as Black as the Night

I'm Grippin My Piece
I'm a Threat to the Peace
I Dont Fuck with Police
I'll Go down with a Fight

The Rope That Bound Me
To This Treacherous Beast
Is Absorbing the Bleed
From My Very Own Knife

Fuck All That Shit
Coming from Your Two Lips
Could You Please Just Be Honest
For Once in Your Life

All the Lies and the Pain
Wonder What Did You Gain
From Me Crying in Sheets
Thought I Did It All Right

I Don't Got No Problems
Anymore I Think I Solved Them
But I Think My Only Option
Is to Never Be Too Honest

Cuz the Person That You
Hearing Through Your Ears
Is Just Character

Only Those Who Stick Around
Are Worthy to See My True Form

Im Sleeping in My Bed
While My Antennae Layin on the Floor

First Thing That Do When I Wake Up
Is Clean My Devil Horns

My Claws Are Sharp as Razors
But I Keep It Tucked and Thats for Sure

This 45 or This 9 Will Leave You
Leaking on the Fuckin Floor

Feeling like I Got No Options
I Cant Find a Job and I Cant Keep on Walkin
I Gotta Be Strong for My Kin and My Offspring
But Now I Dont Know Who Be Doing the Talking

Maybe Its Benedict
He Always Wafflin
But Where the Fuck
Danny Be Hiding He Blockin

His Door to His Room
Its His Tomb
And He Never Be Home
But I Guess He Be Goin out Often

I Keep on Hiding
I Cannot Deny It
My Girl Is the One
That I Talk to the Most

Talk to My Family
Dont Think They Can Handle Me
Keep It a Buck
And While the Others Creep Low

Open the Door to My Heart
And Its Dark
Its Infested with Demons
That Come from Below

Inside of Hell
Is Where I Will Prevail
I'll Make Lucifer Cry
When He Stare down My Pole

I'm Strappin on My Vest
Its Filled with Tannerite Lets Fuckin Go
Make Them All Drop to the Floor
And Turn Em into Cellulose

I Think I Been Tripping
Who the Fuck Have I Been Kiddin
On My Wrist Triple Six Digits
Prime Example, Satans Image

Cursed Boy since a Youngin
Disappointment to My Loved Ones
In My Head I Got 2 Options
I Keep Walking or I Stop It

But My Heart Is Barely Pumping
All My Blood Been Turned to Rust
Im Tryna Keep Myself Together
But I Think My Life a Bust

But I

Gotta Keep on It
My Death Aint a Topic
I Cant Afford Losing
The Life That I Got

All of the Pain
Think I'm Going Insane
Theres Nothing Id Love
Like a Place I Can Rot

Fighting My Demons
Distorting My Image
My Energy Leakin
I Think Imma Stop

Never Be Sleepin
My Destiny Creepin
I Never Be Leaving
This Hell That I Wrought