Demons surround my soul Burning up like locomotive’s coal Get a 25 grip on the 30 Kill that gangster no more mercy Trynna make a track without cursing But sometimes I disobey in rehearsing Breaking barrels with my chest MDXX is the best You don’t even know that you’re a pest Little do you know your just like the rest That was just a test Gun in your face Have some grace You are not getting free you will never see your mother eat mace (yeah)