The Devils Mascot

I talk to myself cause I'm all alone
But still have the shadow people home
I come from the land down under
Born and raised growing up in the gutter
I talk to myself cause I'm all alone
But still have the shadow people home
I come from the land down under
Born and raised growing up in the gutter

I'm the devil's mascot high off the Adderall
Vyvanse, flakka, bath salts, naphyrone
Prozac, and tramadol so I go full Hannibal
Wit da mask on as a natural born cannibal
That's got a hacksaw to slash ya throats
Ya fuckin die trying to stand off to Adderall
Lector wit a strap on and got a lobotomy
From a medical cannibal wit a colostomy
Bag ya hold like it's a saxophone properly
Just because ya had to go and talk to me
When I make Hannibal look like a mockery
Alex Jones off cathinones lost all his sleep
But still doesn't ask a ghost for animosity
Like ya ask a dope man for coke properly
Wit a bag of coke or a casket in a lottery
In the catacombs to pay costs to breathe
For ya had to go cause this debauchery
When ya had to go find a fuckin glossary
And provoke to ask the most toxic being
Since Charles Manson, Pogo, Gaddafi
Vlad, the Zodiac, and Saddam wit ease
So pop Xanax, hydros, OxyContin, lean
Actiq, Opana, vodka and Klonopin to sleep
Before I have to go make a gothic scene

I talk to myself cause I'm all alone
But still have the shadow people home
I come from the land down under
Born and raised growing up in the gutter
I talk to myself cause I'm all alone
But still have the shadow people home
I come from the land down under
Born and raised growing up in the gutter