Evil Spirits (feat. Seed of 6ix)

Let the bullets spread Just like a deck of cards which of you niggas are placing a bet Thinking I'm scared But you in way over ya head and I'm aiming straight for the neck You better use ya shoes Put on ya Nikes and run when I'm blazing the tec Bitch I'ma catch yo ass making a text run you down with the gun like I'm chasing a Check Aim at ya head now ya face ain't for marketing I'ma pop off till I start a apocalypse Shell hit ya esophagus cut off ya oxygen I'm nothin like you niggas an anomaly Molotov cocktail I'm a arsonist I got some demons that's bottled inside and I'm finna pour all of it Haunted by all of these evil spirits I got demons inside of me fuming in rage Fiending revenge, you thought I forgot about you, bitch I'm watching you everyday Your time has come and murder awaits you, in a few you will be six feet under I'm finna catch, this hoe in a flash, and beat on her body till it turn to mash Then I will set her body on fire to cremate the corpse, now it's turned into ash Murder on my mind, I'm self medicating and crying for help everyday is a mess I feel myself surrounded by devilish forces, I'm morphing to somebody else And every time that I sleep, it seems that I keep on getting much closer to death