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My mind is
I'm going crazy
Taking it back
Homie relax
This is it
I'm coming down
From my underground
Every motherfucka
Wants to risk me
You wanna believe
You wanna take me
I want the bitches that love
Bouncing that ass in the air
I am a demon at heart
Summon my end
What
You wanna go to hell with me
What
You wanna go to hell with me
Yea
Let's go
I'm taking it back
Homie relax
Back in the day
We used to say
Die for your shit
You wouldn't watch back
Or you wouldn't exist
And every mother fucker
Wants ya to:
Feel the pain
Feel insane
Feel the same
Die from the defected ones
I am the god that you search for
Hell is your home now
Come on, Go
I'm ready for war
I am the devils son
Here's your sins
Your dreams are dead now
Bet you wanted more
It's the end of the ones you know of
Can't return or relive your peace
All your sins are meant for me
Through your Dead eyes
Your lies will breath
You will bleed
Everyone is dying
This is it
Your fucken end must come
All you motherfuckers feed
But I don't give a fuck right now
Kill the fucken tortures
My mind compared to all of yours
Find your fucken death
Or find what you'll fucken do
I'm going crazy
Taking it back
Homie relax
This is it
I'm coming down
From my underground
Every motherfucka
Wants to risk me
You wanna believe
You wanna take me
I want the bitches that love
Bouncing that ass in the air
I am a demon at heart
Summon my end
What
You wanna go to hell with me
What
You wanna go to hell with me
Yea
Let's go
I'm taking it back
Homie relax
Back in the day
We used to say
Die for your shit
You wouldn't watch back
Or you wouldn't exist
And every mother fucker
Wants ya to:
Feel the pain
Feel insane
Feel the same
Die from the defected ones
I am the god that you search for
Hell is your home now
Come on, Go
I'm ready for war
I am the devils son
Here's your sins
Your dreams are dead now
Bet you wanted more
It's the end of the ones you know of
Can't return or relive your peace
All your sins are meant for me
Through your Dead eyes
Your lies will breath
You will bleed
Everyone is dying
This is it
Your fucken end must come
All you motherfuckers feed
But I don't give a fuck right now
Kill the fucken tortures
My mind compared to all of yours
Find your fucken death
Or find what you'll fucken do
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Writer(s): Rodolfo Flores
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