Casisdead - Demi God lyrics

[Verse 1] Now, I'm the f**in' Demi God, tonight I'll be your host Listen as I say these prayers and please join me in a toast All these n***as chattin' sh**, 'bout how they moving with that toast When the truth is really most, would not say boo to a ghost See I'm a ghost, c**aine money, buys you houses by the coast We get it in off them boats and then they stuff it up their nose Somewhere in between I'm cutting that up, yeah reduce the dose It's not recommended, but f** it though, it's got me making loads I got baseheads with no Methadone, and no fixed abodes and They're blowing up my phone, you know I got 'em speaking in codes We're on the roads with more envelopes than the guy who drops off the post And those feds know I sell these bombs, they keep me on my toes I always come out smelling of roses, they can't catch me, they've been close Although a whole bottle of BO can't get the smell of crack out my clothes I don't condone the way that I roll, nah it's just the life that I chose Not many friends, too many foes, they wanna see a tag on my toes [Hook] Bible on my desk Idols on my left Dreaming of survival as I take my final breath You see my rivals want my d**h They must be Mutt and Jeff I told you all already that there ain't nothing left.... You see, I'm really dead, I'm really dead, I'm really dead, x 3 [Verse 2] Family hate me, that's a fact It's cool though I can take the flack Dad's side hate me cause I sell cracks Mum's side hate me... cause I'm black To them I'm just some dirty n***a, hurts them more to know that I stack Ask around that's 30 nicker, letting you know right off the bat Yeah, skeets and dirty nickers, all these bra**es in this trap Selling their arses for these rags, I'm partial to a nice rack But her figure helps my figures, ain't no chance I'll fall off track Man get ga**ed after they tap, it's strictly business, that is that See, I'm a f**ing wrong 'un, selling b**hes, selling pollen Selling sniff so take a whiff, clear your lines like Jan Vertonghen Bud bunning heads or bonging, guaranteed my food is pongin' But you best just pay your tab or we'll be around for your belongings I'm off my f**ing noggin', but these stupid c*nts keep boggin' Blood I'm yet to hit full pace, see I'm not even joggin' Take your bird to Parkview Park quick, for a spot of doggin' Out the window she be bobbin' Kids at home and they're just sobbin' [Hook] Bible on my desk Idols on my left Dreaming of survival as I take my final breath You see my rivals want my d**h They must be Mutt and Jeff I told you all already that there ain't nothing left.... You see, I'm really dead, I'm really dead, I'm really dead x 3 d**h sentence on my head Twenty tenses on my bed Bags in my wardrobe I'm buzzing off my meds See, I'm really dead, I'm really dead, I'm really dead, you see I'm really dead Yeah Cas The demi god JL saunders Yeah, yeah, yeah