[Intro: YIN and (Demons)]
(Ahhaha, haha)
Can she love a psychopath?
(n*ggas are funny, real funny)
Can-can you really?
(Where you think you at right now?)
*gunshot*
(Oh-Oh I'm sorry, did I break your concentration?)
A 'lil bit
(I didn't think so, n*gga)
Ugh
(I would hope not, I would hope not)
sh*t, where the f*ck am I, n*gga?
(You were in purgatory, now you in one level down)
What...?
(Know who I am?)
What are you talkin' about, n*gga?
(We're 'boutta talk about it [?], 'prolly do, if you know where you are)
n*gga, I don't even know bro, where am I at?
(You in hell, 'lil n*gga)
Oh, sh*t
(Welcome)
...Hell?
(Check in, at the checkout)
Never...what?
(Don't worry 'bout it)
I'm in hell (ya ya ya)
(yeah)
[Verse]
Hell a basement and I'm in the cellar (and I'm in the cellar)
Hell a Satan in the mirror yellin' (in the mirror yellin')
Hell is takin' hits and make a statement
'Bout the b*tch you want and how you pick to chase 'em (ya ya ya)
Why you actin' like you 'bout it?
Take a acid, got you doubtin'
Dreamin' plastic [?] whips, won't get a Audi
Fiendin' plastic [?] tips, won't hit a body
I'm so deranged
Swing around, I might hit a b*tch
Thinkin' of the days I needed you and you was missin' and
Thinkin' I was empty, see I tried to make some friends again
But they just want me in the mixes solely for the penmanship
Why you think I'm psychotic, see you through a white optic
Trees don't seem alive, I'mma rise up 'till I cop it
See me, I don't fight often
I might often use the cyanide as a eye-dropper, I'm tight proper [?]
But don't you come around, or we can turn this to a [?]
[Outro]
They think they're f*ckin' with me, man
(Don't nobody need you, n*gga, don't nobody want 'yo ass, n*gga)
(You know where you are)
*breathing in*
(Go ahead, you got that pistol, put it to your mouth, n*gga)
*breathing out*
(Everybody hates you man, blow that sh*t up)
I think I'm in hell
(Go die, b*tch, go die)
I don't know what else looks like it
(Swallow my sh*t too, n*gga)
(You heard me, swallow my sh*t, n*gga)
(You in hell)