[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
I swear to God I feel like my brain has forsaken me
Lord only knows where this motherfuccas taking me
I'm paying close attention but my face is staring vacantly
The entity is Ouija he won't let my battered body free
(?)
In hell they save a place for me
They need the goon to torture the biggest (?)
(?) scares me
Death is unprepared for me
I need naked bitches putting swishers in the air for me
I don't break promises so I don't make promises
(?) be the cause resentments to the consequence
You buggin' hoe I'm in the dark hidden from the nonsense
Busy with my concepts
(?) monuments
(?) I'm the one that you got that in common with
All of this is obvious theres monsters in my noggin bitch
Play the Toof close you dissolve like some lozenges
Pleasure in the pain smoke the scars to the cartilage
Promises

[Hook]
(promises...promises..promises..promises)

[Verse 2: Choir Boy]