| Two shots for me and fucking Jesus himself
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| Who the fuck signed the petition giving Jesus the belt?
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| Tie it around his neck and get to fucking buckling up
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| For every moment I counted on him, I’m fucking him up
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| Torture victims are due to scriptures, it’s written as such
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| So every moment my uncle suffered was planned in the cut
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| Cut his tongue out and hammered fucking nails in his skull
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| Couldn’t see what Jesus planned, my vision is dull, and so
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| If there’s a fucking God, I wanna slit his fucking throat
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| And feed his organs to the children
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| And, shower solutions to the black and the white
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| And, endless indulgence to the youth in the night
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| Cold scripture all use to be causing a rut
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| Drowning women and many children and pillaging trust
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| Just a man who murdered many in sake of himself
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| He just replaced you, you are just a book on his shelf
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| Slow dancing with the devil and in a burnin' room
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| Two steppin' ahead, until they lock me in a tomb
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| Been doomed since they pulled us out the womb
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| Satan preyin' on me, she be throwin' souls inside the wombs
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| Life shoulda eat you up, spit you out, beat you up
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| But bitch, the door don’t stay enough, don’t think I see enough
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| Baby, I see too much, baby, I can’t call it
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| I need my soul in these bars like a alcoholic
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| I can’t trust nobody, I put that on mind, soul, and my whole body
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| I see demons and there’s nothin' they don’t know 'bout me
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| No matter I try to hide, they gon' find me
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| So now I never run from it, 'cause I come from it
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| I never lied, Devil’s eyes in the beast’s stomach
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| I look the Devil in the eyes, I could see she bluffin'
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| I pull the red dress to the side, tell her keep comin', keep comin'
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| I just found out family and enemies could be different
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| I was steppin' over syringes that’s in my kitchen
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| After momma died, I couldn’t go to the bathroom
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| Without gettin' some second-hand Hell with how I’m pissin'
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| This is just me paintin' a picture of what I live with
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| What you know about comin' home to your shit missin'?
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| And findin' out the niggas that helped you look for it had did it?
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| This is just me paintin' addiction
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| These niggas took methamphetamine, ketamine, edibles, and a bean
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| Niggas stole my denim jeans, them the thieves, DVDs, literally anything
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| Food I bought anything from the vending machine
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| Credit card crack any door, like janitor keys
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| Niggas even took credit for the man I would be
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| And if I let 'em he would probably take twenty percent, managing fee
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| I’m so scared of my genes, I considered celibacy
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| Afraid I would ruin my seeds, like Adam and Eve
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| I got blood on the fuckin' leaves of my family tree
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| Just give me one damn minute, this shit is hard for me
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| I lost my whole damn momma, I lost a part of me
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| She lost her whole damn life from systems of poverty
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| Grew up with Crown fried chicken cloggin' my arteries
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| Increase in robberies, police and bullets that I bob and weave
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| It was nonstop for me, no one was stoppin' me
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| Either fulfill myself or be a self-fulfilling' prophecy
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| This just how I introduce myself, talk to me
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| Kemba |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Daemons , by - XXXTentacion. Song from the album Bad Vibes Forever, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп