Daemons - XXXTentacion, Kemba, Joey Bada$$

Two shots for me and fucking Jesus himself

Who the fuck signed the petition giving Jesus the belt?

Tie it around his neck and get to fucking buckling up

For every moment I counted on him, I’m fucking 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 fucking nails in his skull

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

If there’s a fucking God, I wanna slit his fucking 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 all use to be causing a rut

Drowning women and many children and pillaging trust

Just a man who murdered many in sake of himself

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

Slow dancing with the devil and 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 be throwin' souls inside the wombs

Life shoulda eat you up, spit you out, beat you up

But bitch, the door don’t stay enough, don’t think I see enough

Baby, 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 put that on mind, soul, and my whole body

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

No matter I try to hide, they gon' find me

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

I never lied, Devil’s eyes in the beast’s stomach

I look the Devil in the eyes, I could see she bluffin'

I pull the red dress to the side, tell her keep comin', keep comin'

I just found out family and enemies could be different

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

After momma died, I couldn’t go to the bathroom

Without gettin' some second-hand Hell with how I’m pissin'

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

What you know about comin' home to your shit missin'?

And findin' out the niggas that helped you look for it had did it?

This is just me paintin' addiction

These niggas took methamphetamine, ketamine, edibles, and a bean

Niggas stole my denim jeans, them the thieves, DVDs, literally anything

Food I bought anything from the vending machine

Credit card crack any door, like janitor keys

Niggas even took credit for the man I would be

And if I let 'em he would probably take twenty percent, managing 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 fuckin' leaves of my family tree

Just give me one damn minute, this shit is hard for me

I lost my whole damn momma, I lost a part of me

She lost her whole damn life from systems 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 was stoppin' me

Either fulfill myself or be a self-fulfilling' prophecy

This just how I introduce myself, talk to me

Kemba