Hop out my own casket 
Got triple six on my jacket  
With a 12-gauge riding in the back of a Hearst       
come up to your street u better duck down  
Before the lead go burst 

Yo I'm a demon  
I’ll catch you in your feelings 
Try to run away but y’all 
Are freaking weaklings 
Used to slit my own wrist  
Now I'm slitting your throats 
as your ghost floats  
To a remote location 
The reaper on my shoulder  
Is my manifestation  
Back in hell for an assassination 
Grab the scythe 
time for my Retaliation  

Overthrow the devil's throne 
Dislocate his bones 
In a fit of rage 
I'm a freaking cyclone  
When I show up Ur fate is unknown 
Survive or die to the blade  
On my side, 
Everyone dies  
once it turns to 
Blood red skies (Haha) 
your cries have been freaking denied