I swear that I can feel 'em fucking with me I swear that I can feel 'em fucking with me Every night I feel 'em fucking with me I wake up screaming in my sleep every fucking night Open up my eyes to cold sweat, bloody clothes from my nose, ech Nothing nice, Father I’ve killed a man, but I had to do it Only thing is ‘he’ is me, damn, how the fuck you couldn’t get me through this?! My skin is bluish, voices in my head saying “Don’t be stupid all you have is in that bag you better use it!” Cut it, snuff it, puff it, shoot it, only one I trust now is myself these muthafucka’s Judas Gun in my pillow 'cause all I feel is this paranoia Holes in my wall from all them nights that I was feeling for him The devils here but I’m still awake, then I broke the mirror Why? Cause I seen his face, even my bitch corrupted I fucked her pussy until it's bloody took it out and then she sucked it told me that she loved it, Bitch Everything is black I think I am deceased I am a ghost without the bed sheets, X speak If a beast is what I got to be, then so be it Fuck it, if I got to live it, then y'all gon' see it Eat it, Shit it, Live it, it’s in my blood That’s why I get down like 'What?' from the dirt to the mud You fucked up thinking shit was sweet, but shit in the streets Make you split the heat to the back of his head make you spit teeth only love ones grieve And I don’t wanna have to be the one to tell you shits deep But man, shit’s deep I swear that I can feel 'em fucking with me Every night I feel 'em fucking with me Please God tell these demons stop fucking with me Every God damn night I feel 'em fucking with me Why? Please God The streets still the same Ain’t right, if a nigga can’t still feel the pain But still kill the game, still keep real and aim I get down one way we could keep it that one way or take it to gun play Let a nigga know, if we going to walk this dog Or If we ain’t gon' talk at all Make a nigga have to, talk with the 4 That's the only language you know There you go pop, pop, pop, Now there you go And I hate that I can see snakes clearly They don’t even try to hide, it’s like they be tryin' to get near me Most of y'all don’t hear me, it’s like I’m talking to myself You niggas is so dumb got me feelin' like I’m talking for my health It’s not like I’m talking for the wealth 'Cause there ain’t no money in the truth Shit! I live this shit for real Y'all make it up in the booth Till a nigga lose his tooth over something he didn’t plan on Wasn’t prepared for, really couldn’t stand on Fuck it, turn the cam on, tie his feet and his hands up and watch him I’ll be back up with that heat to get his tan on Now that’s for fucking with me And that’s for my dog This because where you're going you're not gonna need that arm The street’s is talking, Uh oh, here they come Thirsty for that blood, Red rum, red rum Do you know how it feels to be so mad you would kill? Or to be so trapped when you scream your throat cuts like jagged pills? And whenever you close your eyes everything inside you dies And all the ‘high’s, crimes, and lies’ come alive muthafucka I swear that I can feel 'em fucking with me Every night I feel 'em fucking with me Please God tell these demons stop fucking with me Every God damn night I feel 'em fucking with me Why? Please God