(Verse)

(Yeah, ay)

The demons hide in the dark

Behind the guise of about a pint of CÎROC

I like it a lot

But psych you'd have thought

I’m fond of strewn about crosses

Thoughts crossing my mind

As crossed as Cerberus Dachshunds

Walks in

The certified opposite profit

Sin

The king of the kingdom, the dark prince

He giving me options

"Don't wind up dead in hospice

Just take a sip of this hopps

Hop to the tip of this house

And fucking pretend you're a cloud bitch"

He had a sour grin

He broke open the Everclear

It’s clearer now, I'm him

Amalgamation Satan greed, and lust, and wrath and shit

He seemed depressed as I and so he gestured me a drink

I took a sip

The demons hide in the dark

Behind the guise of about a pint of CÎROC

I like it a lot

But psych you'd have thought

(Outro)

Man, fuck you nigga

Fuck you nigga