DEMONxSOULS
The Otherwise
GENRE
They sayin they hate me, I'm gone by the day
Show no emotion, I'm strong in a way
Controlling the oceans, a God is my fate
I hunt for the smoke, gonna fall in my grave
Black mask, stroll by the gate
Awake in the Fall, on the porch I'ma wait
Approach for the cost, 10 cuts by the blade
3 souls that are lost, struck down in a lake
Can't nobody touch my pride, yea
Put em on a song, they cry, yea
Gonna bust down they lies
Puttin light on em, *zzzt* they fried
Believe in me, nobody read the sheet
I'm made for this shit, where I need to bе
Fuck the pigs, they badeebadeep
Give a "That's all folks!" whеn they hit the street
Got more souls than a Demon
Collectin my foes, I'm schemin
Even if you wanna run, I don't need a gun
You're gonna meet my blade this evenin
Leavin
Everyone red like I ain't reply
Kiss the ground or you'll see the sky
I'm Lucifer, I got angel ties
You ain't passin no gates when you hangin dry
Bet-Bet-Bet
You seein a fever dream, I manifest
I'm chokin you out with your own intestines
Snappin your fingers, camera clicks
Check-Check-Check
Sellin the pictures from my red room
A corpse is what you make it
Like my bitch could use some perfume
I'm goated, you can peep the form
Silhouetted I keep the horns
Gonna ride out and my people on
These AK's gonna leave you torn
Bustin outta the window like a flare shot
That's a red rocket
Killin so many muhfuckas that Stalin said we outta pocket
Gassed and spazzin, for sure I been passin rappers
Y'all laughin, but suckin dick
It's muffled, you trashy faggots
Get back to gaggin
Trapped, it happens
All black with my band of bandits
You corny and washed up
Short as fuck, you Rick Moranis
My trigger finger sporadic
Ask for the gat and you splattered
Back to the maggots
He ragged
Sat, took a breather then slowly blasted his cap in
Like addicts back off the wagon
Remastered crack for the masses
Yo matter fact tryna slam me’s like battle rappin a dragon
Fuckin tragic
Ain’t no fuckin joke do what i wanna to do
No rope-a-dope
I tote the smoke that leave his blood up on my shoes
And i’m confused bout what you motherfuckers wanna fuckin prove
Bro run it back and i’ll still hold the pole that’s thumping on your roof
Reload then zoom im blasting back
Don’t need no cover when i shoot
Beyond the rules is what i break i’m steady runnin up to schools
To stunt the youth you think it’s hate and i’m just frontin in the booth
Create then break i think it’s fate but i’m still running from the truth
Now what it do
Show no emotion, I'm strong in a way
Controlling the oceans, a God is my fate
I hunt for the smoke, gonna fall in my grave
Black mask, stroll by the gate
Awake in the Fall, on the porch I'ma wait
Approach for the cost, 10 cuts by the blade
3 souls that are lost, struck down in a lake
Can't nobody touch my pride, yea
Put em on a song, they cry, yea
Gonna bust down they lies
Puttin light on em, *zzzt* they fried
Believe in me, nobody read the sheet
I'm made for this shit, where I need to bе
Fuck the pigs, they badeebadeep
Give a "That's all folks!" whеn they hit the street
Got more souls than a Demon
Collectin my foes, I'm schemin
Even if you wanna run, I don't need a gun
You're gonna meet my blade this evenin
Leavin
Everyone red like I ain't reply
Kiss the ground or you'll see the sky
I'm Lucifer, I got angel ties
You ain't passin no gates when you hangin dry
Bet-Bet-Bet
You seein a fever dream, I manifest
I'm chokin you out with your own intestines
Snappin your fingers, camera clicks
Check-Check-Check
Sellin the pictures from my red room
A corpse is what you make it
Like my bitch could use some perfume
I'm goated, you can peep the form
Silhouetted I keep the horns
Gonna ride out and my people on
These AK's gonna leave you torn
Bustin outta the window like a flare shot
That's a red rocket
Killin so many muhfuckas that Stalin said we outta pocket
Gassed and spazzin, for sure I been passin rappers
Y'all laughin, but suckin dick
It's muffled, you trashy faggots
Get back to gaggin
Trapped, it happens
All black with my band of bandits
You corny and washed up
Short as fuck, you Rick Moranis
My trigger finger sporadic
Ask for the gat and you splattered
Back to the maggots
He ragged
Sat, took a breather then slowly blasted his cap in
Like addicts back off the wagon
Remastered crack for the masses
Yo matter fact tryna slam me’s like battle rappin a dragon
Fuckin tragic
Ain’t no fuckin joke do what i wanna to do
No rope-a-dope
I tote the smoke that leave his blood up on my shoes
And i’m confused bout what you motherfuckers wanna fuckin prove
Bro run it back and i’ll still hold the pole that’s thumping on your roof
Reload then zoom im blasting back
Don’t need no cover when i shoot
Beyond the rules is what i break i’m steady runnin up to schools
To stunt the youth you think it’s hate and i’m just frontin in the booth
Create then break i think it’s fate but i’m still running from the truth
Now what it do
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