Bitch i am satanic You see me then you panic Imma pop you like a pill Shove yo body in the attic Then i spray Call that automatic Gonna make her bend backwards Peel yo skin like an orange Make you sqeak like a door hinge Throw a fucking axe at your forehead Never listen to the voices inside of my head Always telling me that i would be better off dead Im so sorry im posessed My life is a fuckin mess Feels like i am on a quest Doin work on my desk Writing everything i said Things fhat i cant take back Dont remind of me flashbacks