Zoetic - D3mons lyrics

[Zoetic:Verse 1] Hit 'em wit' the hatchet put 'em in that closed casket Yo b**h she so ratchet, her face i wanna patch Yea, i wear red like a blood, but i'm far from a thug But i'll still put you to sleep, lay 'em down like a rug I done come out and dug, grindin slow like a slug When i'm slanging them d**, all the haters mean mug My lines off the grill like a barbeque, cause i'm hot dog Going all over the country wit' the chopper like a wild hog Screaming bonzai, strapped up like a samurai Pry open my third eye my mind is ready to die Feelin' loose wit' a girl after she down some martinis Grant her wishes like a genie eat her punani like panini The industry frowns on my hustle for being a cracker Ghost writin' the game my words possessin' all these rappers And ya'll just run away when i get ta pullin' on these clappers While i'm spittin' these bars i'm writin' ones for my next verse Put 'em in a hearse, i write something new like its already been rehearsed It's a curse [Zoetic:Verse 2] Tarot cards read my destiny Engineered chemically To destroy anyone on this planet who tries to step to me Barbarian, a viking, spit faster than lightning Half vampire, lycan, bigger than a titan Changin' tides with a triton, let my f**in' pupils whiten If you, try ta, stop, me You'll get, cut up, my, g Haters, back up, no mitch bade Talk sh**, shoot the sh**, b**h get sprayed! Got these demons inside that make my emotions collide They whisper and confide, to turn into Mr. Hyde Three pieces of my heart, scattered and torn apart I didn't think i was smart enough to let the flame start Got a plethora of b**hes livin' under my shirt I scream and i curse, inside, cause i know that it hurts And they don't understand, about this f**ed up man Who's had these big a** plans, since my career has began When i spit on a track, BTGM had my back FMI was in the b**h, with the click and the clack Yea i know my style's different but my rhymes aren't wack Go and ask about Zac, i got guns bigger than Shaq The impact, from the mac will f**in' get yo skull cracked I'm just statin' the facts, i'll stop you dead in yo tracks When the sun goes down, that's when the beast comes out Straight from the east coast, but i'm hotter than the south [Hook:Zoetic] Ok, middle finger to my rivals Put my right hand on the Bible I will cut you up like Psycho These bullets will touch you, Michael I'm Zoetic, that means i'm vital b**h my tattoos are not tribal You gon' need some holy water and a preacher's revival, that's my go