[Intro: YIN and (Demons)]
(Ahhaha, haha)
Can she love a psychopath?
(N***as are funny, real funny)
Can-can you really?
(Where you think you at right now?)
*gunshot*
(Oh-Oh I'm sorry, did I break your concentration?)
A 'lil bit
(I didn't think so, n***a)
Ugh
(I would hope not, I would hope not)
Shit, where the fuck am I, n***a?
(You were in purgatory, now you in one level down)
What...?
(Know who I am?)
What are you talkin' about, n***a?
(We're 'boutta talk about it [?], 'prolly do, if you know where you are)
N***a, I don't even know bro, where am I at?
(You in hell, 'lil n***a)
Oh, shit
(Welcome)
...Hell?
(Check in, at the checkout)
Never...what?
(Don't worry 'bout it)
I'm in hell (ya ya ya)
(yeah)

[Verse]
Hell a basement and I'm in the cellar (and I'm in the cellar)
Hell a Satan in the mirror yellin' (in the mirror yellin')
Hell is takin' hits and make a statement
'Bout the bitch you want and how you pick to chase 'em (ya ya ya)
Why you actin' like you 'bout it?
Take a acid, got you doubtin'
Dreamin' plastic [?] whips, won't get a Audi
Fiendin' plastic [?] tips, won't hit a body
I'm so deranged
Swing around, I might hit a bitch
Thinkin' of the days I needed you and you was missin' and
Thinkin' I was empty, see I tried to make some friends again
But they just want me in the mixes solely for the penmanship
Why you think I'm psychotic, see you through a white optic
Trees don't seem alive, I'mma rise up 'till I cop it
See me, I don't fight often
I might often use the cyanide as a eye-dropper, I'm tight proper [?]
But don't you come around, or we can turn this to a [?]

[Outro]
They think they're fuckin' with me, man
(Don't nobody need you, n***a, don't nobody want 'yo ass, n***a)
(You know where you are)
*breathing in*
(Go ahead, you got that pistol, put it to your mouth, n***a)
*breathing out*
(Everybody hates you man, blow that shit up)
I think I'm in hell
(Go die, bitch, go die)
I don't know what else looks like it
(Swallow my shit too, n***a)
(You heard me, swallow my shit, n***a)
(You in hell)