Daemons - XXXTentacion/Kemba/Joey Bada$$

Lyrics by：Jahseh Onfroy/Jo Vaughn Virginie/Matthew Jefferson/ChansliN

Composed by：Jahseh Onfroy/Jo Vaughn Virginie/Matthew Jefferson/ChansliN

XXXTENTACION：

C*****e

C*****e

C*****e

Two shots for me and f**kin' Jesus himself

Who the f**k signed the petition giving Jesus the belt

Tie it around his neck and get to f**king bucklin' up

For every moment I counted on him I'm f**kin' him up

Torture victims are due to scriptures it's written as such

So every moment my uncle suffered was planned in the cut

Cut his tongue out and hammered f**kin' nails in his skull

Couldn't see what Jesus planned my vision is dull and so

If there's a f**king *** I wanna slit his f**king throat

And feed his organs to the children

And shower solutions to the black and the white

And endless indulgence to the youth in the night

Cold scripture we're all used to be causin' a rut

Drownin' women and many children and pillaging trust

Just the minimum murdered many in sake of himself

He just replaced you you are just a book on his shelf

Joey Bada$$：

Slow dancin' with the devil in a burnin' room

Two steppin' ahead until they lock me in a tomb

Been doomed since they pulled us out the womb

Satan preyin' on me she been throwin' souls inside the wombs

Life shouldn't eat you up spit you out beat you up

But b***h the third eye stay open don't think I blink enough

Maybe I see too much baby I can't call it

I need my soul in these bars like a alcoholic

I can't trust nobody

I'll put that on my mind soul and my whole body

I see demons and there's nothin' they don't know about me

No matter how much I try to hide they gon' find me

So now I never run from it 'cause I come from it

I never lied I resides in the beast's stomach

I looked the Devil in the eyes I could see she bluffin'

I pull the red dress to the side tell her keep cummin' keep cummin'

Kemba：

I just found out family and enemies could be different

I was steppin' over syringes that's in my kitchen

After mama died I couldn't go to the bathroom

Without gettin' some second hand heroin high while pissin'

This is just me paintin' a picture of what I live with

What you know about comin' home to your s**t missin'

And findin' out the n***as that helped you look for it had did it

This is just me paintin' addiction

These n***as took methamphetamine ketamine edibles and a bean

N***as stole my denim jeans Dinner Thieves DVD literally anything

Food I bought from the vending machine

Credit card crack any door like janitor keys

N***as even took credit for the man I would be

Ah

And if I let him he would probably take 20 percent manager fee

I'm so scared of my genes I considered celibacy

Afraid I would ruin my seeds like Adam and Eve

I got blood on the f**kin' leaves of my family tree

Just give me one d**n minute this s**t is hard for me

I lost my whole d**n mama I lost a part of me

She lost her whole d**n life from symptoms of poverty

Grew up with Crown Fried Chicken cloggin' my arteries

Increase in robberies police and bullets that I bob and weave

It was nonstop for me no one is stoppin' me

Either fulfill myself or be a self fulfillin' prophecy

This just how I introduce myself properly

Kemba