sick of it

I’m sick of this Just everyone picking on my rhymes You asked for it Yo stupid idiot voice will be torn out your throat I got horns cuz I’m the goat Never know what’s coming until you come across a note [chorus:] We will not fall Only demons slit the throats of disrespect And we are demons [hook:] You never know when it’s gonna happen Knife to throat Fist to face Murdered and gone without a trace Slice and slice your pretty face Before I know it you’re dead to me