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Kemba

"Daemons (REMIX)"

[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
Two shots for me and f*cking Jesus himself
Who the f*ck signed the petition giving Jesus the belt?
Tie it around his neck and get to f*cking buckling up
For every moment I counted on him, I'm f*cking 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*cking nails in his skull
Couldn't see what Jesus planned, my vision is dull, and so
If there's a f*cking God, I wanna slit his f*cking 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

[Verse 2: 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*tch, the third eye stay open, don't think I blink enough
Maybe I see too much, baby, I can't call it

[Verse 3: J-Soul]
Panoramic pictures, victims turn to victims
Through these venomous scripters
Slowly disagree, said it into my Swisher
Tell Lucy I [?] I like my Lucy with some liquor
These pills just don't heal the pain no more

[Verse 4: Joey Bada$$]
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 c*mmin', keep c*mmin'

[Verse 5: 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 p*ssin'
This is just me paintin' a picture of what I live with
What you know about comin' home to your sh*t missin'
And findin' out the n*ggas that helped you look for it had did it?
This is just me paintin' addiction
These n*ggas took methamphetamine, ketamine, edibles, and a bean
n*ggas stole my denim jeans, Den of Thieves DVD, literally anything
Food I bought from the vending machine
Credit card crack any door like janitor keys
n*ggas 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*ckin' leaves of my family tree
Just give me one damn minute, this sh*t is hard for me
I lost my whole damn mama, I lost a part of me
She lost her whole damn 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

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