[Verse 1]
Born with demons and the skill within my genes
Torn in reason and the feelings unseen
Force the grief to underneath and never scream
Work 'till I’m beaten without weeping like machines
Got to use my head, killing bodies with a team
While enemies losing their heads - guillotine
Lost in the smoke, revenge is nicotine
But he want the mist, steel spray made him bleed
No, I ain’t a rude teen, this be my routine
When the ops drew tings, friends started rooting
For me, demons want to rule? Think not
When a blade makes em rue things
See it drill through teeth
Like it’s to the root of their ruse that I’m ruining
Roof of your mouth, keep it glued please
Shhh, do you hear that? Monster in the room? No I don’t lose sleep
[Pre-Chorus]
You say you the best? I care like I say - less
Ask the gang or enemy how they stay - impressed
Demons in my head or on my chest are laid to rest
Tried to kill the Mist but you saw he missed - finesse
You say you the best? Treat you like the trauma - suppress
Ask the gang or enemy how they all confess
Demons in my head or on my chest pray for death
Tried to kill the Mist, but I’m cold, he lost the breath
Born with demons and the skill within my genes
Torn in reason and the feelings unseen
Force the grief to underneath and never scream
Work 'till I’m beaten without weeping like machines
Got to use my head, killing bodies with a team
While enemies losing their heads - guillotine
Lost in the smoke, revenge is nicotine
But he want the mist, steel spray made him bleed
No, I ain’t a rude teen, this be my routine
When the ops drew tings, friends started rooting
For me, demons want to rule? Think not
When a blade makes em rue things
See it drill through teeth
Like it’s to the root of their ruse that I’m ruining
Roof of your mouth, keep it glued please
Shhh, do you hear that? Monster in the room? No I don’t lose sleep
[Pre-Chorus]
You say you the best? I care like I say - less
Ask the gang or enemy how they stay - impressed
Demons in my head or on my chest are laid to rest
Tried to kill the Mist but you saw he missed - finesse
You say you the best? Treat you like the trauma - suppress
Ask the gang or enemy how they all confess
Demons in my head or on my chest pray for death
Tried to kill the Mist, but I’m cold, he lost the breath
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