My Friends Are Demons!
(TREY TREY on the beat, thanks Treyski)
My friends are demons (demons)
They have horns and live in hell (hell)
My friends are demons (demons)
With crowns of thorns, no souls to sell (lemme try that again)
My friends are demons (demons)
They have horns and live in hell (hell)
My friends are demons (demons)
With crowns of thorns, no souls to sell
(Demons)
I'm a boy toy like Shawn Michaels on a steroid cycle
Liable to be childish and maniacal and somehow still be likable, yeah (okay let's go)
Ride my bike, no handlebars
Banned from all bars
Man with seven scars
Baby, I know I'm gross but we can start slow
Maybe fuck just a skosh, yeah (demons)
Now as the host it's time I give a toast to the real ones
The ones that help dig us out when the wheels spun
The ones that always stuck around when the deal's done, yeah (demons)
High off that seaweed, smokin' carrageenan
I swear to god all my friends are (demons)
(Thanks Treyski)
My friends are demons (demons)
They have horns and live in hell (hell)
My friends are demons (demons)
With crowns of thorns, no souls to sell
My friends are demons (demons)
They have horns and live in hell (hell)
My friends are demons (demons)
With crowns of thorns, no souls to sell (TREY TREY)
My friends are demons (demons)
They have horns and live in hell (hell)
My friends are demons (demons)
With crowns of thorns, no souls to sell (cut that bitch off)
Demons (demons)
Hell
Demons (demons)
Demons
My friends are demons (demons)
They have horns and live in hell (hell)
My friends are demons (demons)
With crowns of thorns, no souls to sell (lemme try that again)
My friends are demons (demons)
They have horns and live in hell (hell)
My friends are demons (demons)
With crowns of thorns, no souls to sell
(Demons)
I'm a boy toy like Shawn Michaels on a steroid cycle
Liable to be childish and maniacal and somehow still be likable, yeah (okay let's go)
Ride my bike, no handlebars
Banned from all bars
Man with seven scars
Baby, I know I'm gross but we can start slow
Maybe fuck just a skosh, yeah (demons)
Now as the host it's time I give a toast to the real ones
The ones that help dig us out when the wheels spun
The ones that always stuck around when the deal's done, yeah (demons)
High off that seaweed, smokin' carrageenan
I swear to god all my friends are (demons)
(Thanks Treyski)
My friends are demons (demons)
They have horns and live in hell (hell)
My friends are demons (demons)
With crowns of thorns, no souls to sell
My friends are demons (demons)
They have horns and live in hell (hell)
My friends are demons (demons)
With crowns of thorns, no souls to sell (TREY TREY)
My friends are demons (demons)
They have horns and live in hell (hell)
My friends are demons (demons)
With crowns of thorns, no souls to sell (cut that bitch off)
Demons (demons)
Hell
Demons (demons)
Demons
Credits
Writer(s): Treyton Davidson
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