i write for the demons, fuckin' hair line is receedin'
from the stress life got me feelin'
strugglin' mentallity, it might be i'm dreamin'
let me relax and analyze what i'm seein'
i'm satan's avatar, able to meditate and travel far
to tell you to your face how wack you are
i'm deranged wit' battle scars
slay the castle guards, i hate to restrain and shackle arms
i'll dismantle your lines, cancel your life
i'm feared globally cause of the way i handle a knife
it looks like i'm mad calm when i meditate
'til i grab a knife and stab y'all 'til the metal breaks
if i hear any back talk i won't hesitate
all of your limbs get hacked off, i am leatherface
mad raw, that's all you can ever say
fuck you for every wack song you have ever made ..