[Verse 1 - iSH]
I'm letting out my inner demons
I'm going off of the deep end
Straight shots, let em seep in
Girl calling me, and she screamin'
Click. Nah, no time for that
Room spinning like clothes in a laundromat
I'm feeling like I've never seen things so clear
If I'm loosing my mind I don't want it back

[Hook]
Demons. Come on
You got a vision
You're on a mission
Demons. Live on
And when I die, bring me on

[Verse 2 - iSH]
When I die, hang me high
New definition, it don't mean it fly
High on life, in the fast lane
Feeling like I'm 'bout to catch a DUI
I'm going to make some bad decisions
Regret them, repeat them
Talk shit about me in your
Sentences I'll make you eat them
Clean the plate
Then I want to know - tell me how that tastes
Revenge is best served cold
Or at least so they say
Let's toast to life
Cheers, have a sip
You can catch me one year from now
On a yacht playing battle ship
[Hook]

[Verse 3 - E-Dubble]
I guess it's summer time
Fresh Prince
Boppers pop to that guest list
They want the vood, but they got to move
Cause this basement only holds two chicks
No chains, old chucks
They eating out - food trucks
Foody's moods are like tootie-fruity
They little rich if that food sucks
Those demons leaning off Sunny D
Clumsy dancing like Sunny's D
Hammer pants and fluorescent jams
Those ladies like to live tongue in cheek
They moombahton, and they Louis Vuitton
Then spill a drunk on their Louboutin
Shit was fake, at least I hope for your sake
Kicking shit - soccer mom
These sake bombs can make {demons talk}
Vodka bombs are like [???]
Columbo mumbles, no apprehension
[???]
Or maybe just E-dub's fault
O.J. don't need no pope
My fiction's down and my nom de plume is like {growls} - that Ewok talk