In monsters in my head I touch on a subject really sentimental

Bullying, selling my soul making seem accidental

Making it seems like I didn’t but I did, it’s been itching in my mental

Maybe the central of all my anger is placed on falling from monumental highs

Never reaching my potential

I be so temperamental

Everything pops my fuse especially this rap shit

But instead of popping I’ll cuss someone out, cuz it’s preferable

Everyone is so judgmental

I don’t really give a fuck

As long as I’m doing me, that’s essential

Like watching a rated r movie, with no parental guide to censor you

Call the devil; I killed so many people in my nightmares

In an asylum I just hate their fucking stares

I pushed someone or maybe I got pushed down the stairs

Ask if anyone cares?

I just wanna be called sick before I pull out my hair

I remember when I went rough on my first set of bars

They said they weren’t expecting that from me, they called me soft

Now I never stop going hard

Leave rapper without their teeth, like we spared

Rappers need a mouth guard

Shut up cuz the devil is in his yard

Wanna kill me, bro I die hard

I’m someone you never wanna cross

But my work isn’t being called

Good or even being lift up to a spot in the charts

Some say it’s too soon but I need a boom start

And that not what I’m getting so I gotta go smart

I’m getting a deal, two for the price of one

But I gotta shed some blood

And some light on the situation so you won’t get a gun for when you see me pop up

I never felt human; I don’t need a soul, Fuck feelings

This is my way out and if I don’t make it then I’ll put it all down

This pen and Mic don’t mean a thing if the right people won’t listen, like hearing a ghost make a sound

And the devil heard lyrics come out my mouth

You know what happens next?

I don’t need to say the story on how I sell out