Demon Boy

By slowthai

Released on October 16, 2018

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[Intro]

Demon boy marrer, young grasshopper

Another job offer you ain't get

Black dolphin bonker, woke up in cold sweats

Running on my bed, I think I'm dead (Get away from me)

Beat your deaf new light on your skin

Feel the heat, let the nightmare begin

Pulled apart, pop your arm, Barbie and Ken

Put me back together, now I don't feel scared


[Chorus]

Wash the yay, I want the oil gone and bathed

That super-soft, when you smell you get a taste

Make the paste then you throw into the base

Cut a shape, make the needs bellies crave

They ring 999, blunt never fucking lied

Sleep is for the weak, hallucinating my delusions

Insecure and in secure, my ego's now affluent

My digression, an extension of my dick

Suck until you feel it in your lower digestive

Not a charge, like congestion, what a bummer

This my nightmare, why's reality a cover?

I go to sleep in my dreams

I don't know what real means

You play them funny, would've slumped you in my teens

I wouldn't waste my breath, I'd prefer to leave you be


[Verse]

Yeti in the Serengeti, believe the myth

K-man stupid, rub together sticks

I'm Ben and Jerry's, cookie dough in this

Wafer-thin, need spice in your life like Bombay mix

Up my sleeve, just my fist, no tricks

Magic in my hand, reload and re-fix

I've been high, been twist, been low, now grizz

Hit and miss, now I know my cliff

My own crisis, you're too wet, fire hydrant

I'm a migrant, admire my king

Styling while him and hers on a sodomite ting

Viking with an axe, you can't out my flame

Wicker man, how dare you try and doubt my name?


[Chorus]

Wash the yay, I want the oil gone and bathed

That super-soft, when you smell you get a taste

Make the paste then you throw into the base

Cut a shape, make the needs bellies crave

They ring 999, blunt never fucking lied

Sleep is for the weak, hallucinating my delusions

Insecure and in secure, my ego's now affluent

My digression, an extension of my dick

Suck until you feel it in your lower digestive

Not a charge, like congestion, what a bummer

This my nightmare, why's reality a cover?

I go to sleep in my dreams

I don't know what real means

You play them funny would've slumped you in my teens

I wouldn't waste my breath, I'd prefer to leave you be (Aye)

(Oh man, I wasted too much breath)