Cajun

I had to get my bands
In a van with some tan we was servin up them grams
All the food to feed the habit of the shit that I was takin
I ain't drop and then go straight
I don't think that I would have made it
Took my demon and I slayed it
But he rises from the dead
And i can't ever get rid of it cuz it's livin in my head
Chain myself down to my bed
And let out I gotta scream
All this nightmare in my sight here
I wish that it was a dream
But it's not there's a plot
To have me hunt down and shot
It's a lot
Payin a visit to come in and make my body rot
Gettin hot feelin the heat
Evil arisin I gotta defeat
Look in my eyes and you know it ain't sweet
They wantin the power they suckle the teet
I thought I was in the clear
Did that shit that had to be done
Then got the fuck up outta here
You can't operate with fear
So we take it out the equation
Put that gun up in his mouth and leave it smokin like some cajun