[Intro]
Is it hot down here?
Or is it just me?

[Verse 1]
They ain’t ever met a mother fucker like me
Calculated mounds of patience wow what a hustle I lead
I’mma run an IV full of rugged type b
I’m not even sure that if they cut me I’ll bleed
Preach the congregations contemplating giving me the speech
That I’m hostile skating on for Satan please
Yeah it’s Devils work but I’m an angel switched out kept at birth
And bred bezerk to word search yes it hurts
Cuz hell is burnt and heaven gets all the perks
Me well Momma called me Damien
Which works out well cuz I’m living in hell as an angelic alien ay we in
2020 feeling alright
Cuz the world is dropping down to our flight
Keep lighting up and making nukes bruh
We’ll bring beef to ya like a bar fight bitch please
You better get them activists or Greta Thunberg to come and get a massive grip
On all this bullshit y’all been on a manic trip uh
What's it like for an Angel below ground
Do you ever wish to go back float round and say what up to your old kinfolk now
Well if I’m being quite honest i kinda like being here with the lawless
I ain't never fit right in with the flawless