Killing My Demons

I'm out here killing my demons I am defending myself Call me Beau, bitch i'm bohemian I'm taking all different routes I will not catch myself fiending He got me in his arena Dont conversate, do not be keepin In touch with the chief up in hell Stop fucking askin Tired of harrasing You gon keep my limbs on strings Until i learn my lesson You know how to entice You are my fuckin vice You gon flaunt it til i want it When i ask, it's mine I've had dreams of killing you You're holdin back my ambitions You said that "beau i've been reeling you" But from your slit tongue i heard hissing You said that you got the recipe But why trust a chef who ain't fat? You don't get high on your own supply Cuz you've seen it made from scratch Why trust a chef who is skinny? Why trust a plug who ain't hittin' it? Why trust the serpent-made gin? When his venom drips off his chin I cant stop with my drink Demons like water, they get in, you sink When i get strong enough i'll pop the strings But right now my rope burns are blistering I cannot trust em man they are too devious How did they know i like bein mischievous? Open the the door to the demons they don't give a f*ck if you die If they're in you, they're eating Hopin that imma mature by the future Feminine demons whisper til i mute her Thing about ego, he can't see for real My shawty cute but he want her cuter He don't shut the f*ck up I hit him with the duct tape All this fuckin ruckus And all he does is complain Even though they enter me well Everything has energy And i'm fucking pent up every cent spent on my mental Devil wanna tease me Fall to temptation so easy On thin ice and i might slip But f*ck i want that demons lip I'm out here killing my demons I am defending myself Call me Beau, bitch i'm bohemian I'm taking all different routes I will not catch myself fiending He got me in his arena Dont conversate, do not be keepin In touch with the chief up in hell Every addiction is just another demon Watch growth of wishing to whispering to screaming It's hard enough already To keep myself steady Art'll make me happy Until i'm fucking empty Killing demons helps me grow Because corpses decompose And my body count has rose In my vibration it shows Demons get me viscious when i ain't thinkin bout their kisses Married to the music but that Saty is my mistress Opportunities i'll miss it if i'm fuckin with the mischief I hate to admit it demons are the best kissers My demons leave me speechless I leave my demons breathless They like fucking with weaklings I grew, they learned their lesson