Mr. D is a sucker for contrite old hat themes, listen and see. I personally think it's why he loves himself so much. What a fucking prick. Isn't his fault though. Blame Pazuzu.
lyrics
all i ever wanted out of life is a little relief
but everytime i look inside all i find is a little riddle there/little bit of,
a little bit of demon/demon in me
demon in me did he mean one of me?
do you hear what i see??
am i hearin the dead in my head?
own dome made a ouji creaking, i let em
thick skin made of bad luck
when a kraken attack say good bye to the fat fuck
blam
in the deep seas, targetted holdin a hammer
bleak from vaginus that's greek for traumatic
leetspeek for a dick can't handle a ratchet bitch
hatch plans like a goose layin gold eggs
churn out the brews so i can deal with the court
case
whore hey, i'm alone but i prefer it
to dealin with wheels spinning quick with the
torment
im a crack shot kiddies, spackle your girl make
her look real pretty
backlot kid pop rifles and milis. backwoods
hick trained boy from the city.
take stares when ya step up.
wreck up your shit just to get lil rep up.
omen of doom, a crow sillhouette against
the moon now you know soon the worm in the ground
gonna feast on your womb.
demon in me when i'm free on beat
better see what i mean.
whether i pass or last like a leather hide
mountains will move as if i could never die
other fools don't try. i can hear it in the sound
of their eyes.
i can sense their heartbeat, off rhythm, sick
with a schism
tryna act hard, can't deliver.
hah. i can't even look.
step down now ya babbling brook.
my flow like water, i'm killin ya dead then i
marry ya daughter.
samurai tactics, not a poser wit scarface posters
a scholar of warfare well read ogre
a man makin moves a motherfuckin closer.
demon in me look at d. d nme
i am a friend of the militant geeks
tongue like scissors, cut through your facade
ionic order built like a chemical bomb
chemical bond, to poetic rhymes that i sling a
rock
at a crack head goliath meet david the giant
slew thirty men under belt of orion.
i'll be up there with explosions and sky tints.
bliss
if ya momma dead ill see ya momma then
ill give momma ya love and a dick a kiss.
im heartless, nothing off limits
not for this artist so edgy
i mean god damn shit it's
tiring being better than most and going unnoticed
by dimwitted hopeless folks with no brain
no ears no soul blowing dough on some,
growing some famous dopes.
sorry, he just got out a little bit
its the demon inside makes me yell like a little
kid.
not me your talking to
i'm gone, he's talking through
my mouth like a string puller
marionette to a dark king jeweler.