Souls

Im stuck in a dream More like a nightmare Im cursed with night terrors Im busting at my seams Im crazy Im delirious Im a lunatic Its rainy Its perilous the devils walking stick I am not a free soul It was sold to a man made of gold Truth be told It was sold before this body even got it Cant even bargain with the being that bought it In this succubus my soul is rotting One of the Lords angels long forgotten This is honestly a touchy topic So lemme go ahead and hop up off it The tree that bears the fruits was chopped down for lumber Man loves to plunder Hope man is ready for infinite slumber Take a seat and a number And wait in line For when its your time To be in the light of the lime The lime light I feel immortal when i rhyme tight The devil and i would be a primetime fight An end to this corrupt world would be a fine sight But first i gotta get my mind right And looking back in hindsight I wouldve sold it too An interesting story itd be to anyone i told it to But whose gonna hold it true Definitely not you Im crazy im delirious im a monster A foster demon with no honor Im feeling sickly someone call a doctor My name is sticky illest nigga on the roster Gotta lotta shottas with choppas light you up like a rasta gotchu lookin like a lobsta turn your intestines into noodles cookin up some seafood pasta Bitch Im the phantom of the opera Im the devil in your dreams More like ya nightmares Welcome me into your night terrors Im bustin out ya seams