(Fight your demons
Man, you ain't never gon' fight your demons with me
You can't fight your demons with me
I'm here to torture you)

Jesus Christ, I'm convinced I'm a demon
Cause I go to sleep at three at night and I dream through the evenings
While I fight myself daily
I lurk the lair and I sight the wrong reasoning
Emerge through the air, I strive to long breathing
Hurt, unaware to fright, I'm all anemic
A drunken insomniac fleein' from his burdens
I date the revolver, the next step's flirtin'
The bed spread's burstin', the red mess, served it
The next dead woman shall bench-press boulders
Reminiscent vision of death, feelin' it colder
Evil-representin' infant with a villainous odor
Nothin' that cologne'll cover, rebel conscience
I use gasoline as a smelling product
Massive reputation, past-the-map state (shh)
Fearless, I straight smoke at a gas station
Pump ya breaks, kid
A-F-R-O, Jamal, James

(You're the biggest dummy on Earth
How you gon' refuse that offer?
Ain't nothin' but scandalous people after ya
Pull the notepad out like Canibus and rap it through
But the agony and the dark nights, tsk, man, they trap you
Like an angel captured in Satan's basement
Waitin' for a statement from God to save him
But God never came, the angel changed dangerous
Evil frame of mind stayed his facial expressions
The kid they met previously
Was not the same kid, he set his mode to devious
Mischievous evil grin
The one that pop up most be the evil twin on a speaker binge
I kick enough dirt to make your sneaker cringe
On the meek tip, see you on the weaker (shh)
Let the silencer silence ya
(Pop, pop) Let the violence ignite the soul
Somethin' like a hip-hop waiter, I serve right
Don't make me run up to your house on Purge night
The villain in A-F-R-O, you heard, right?
Consider this, evil give my word sight