Where's the medicine. I'm $#&@in nauseous/They say enjoy the ride, how can I when I'm car sick/On the road to where tops lift/If my music wasn't blowing then yall would think I'm not %#@!.
Even my friends becoming suspicious/Saying they are a victim in the game when it's really gold everything/Men sold everything for the fame life/I'm just doing everything so souls will remember my name like.
Shakespeare or Hitler, shout out to my sister/She the only Walton who got her $#&@in mind straight/While I go out & get Satan as a blind date/So it's dancing with the devil in the fire place.

I feel like the chick from Devil Inside Me/Cause I feel so damn possessed/Obsessed with sins, depressed with Him, And I feel these sixes carved in my lip. %#@!...
Phillip told me that the devil will never win/So I'm a failure cause I am him/Throw me in the damn abyss/Even though hell is what I live in. Anyway...
I really hate her problems/Thinking suicide would really solve it, death in the closet/If she really did that the question I would have forever/Is why I couldn't make %#@! better..

I'm really under the weather, let me put on this masquerade/Mask, like that, with fake smiles & laughs/This is why I cause all this ruckus/I'm like the Chum Bucket, I'm nothing..$#&@ it.