[Verse 1: Rich Maiden]

Imma fuck a bitch in my No Fear visor

And the sun ain't even rise yet, everything's a lie

Tan Saucony's on my feet... black tee, grey skies

Long sleeves... roll em up, cut my wrists and black my eyes

Imma get some money quick... gotta pay tha bills homie

Never understood myself, why you acting like you know me?

Lonely loner, so discerning, you a lick you ain't my whodie

So then don't be trynna clone me, airplane mode, don't try and phone me bitch

Wickeder Witch of tha East... you know it's me by tha cloves in my feet

Stay bundled up when it's 90 degrees, in my Stone Island jacket I lay on tha beach

You don't know shit about life on tha streets... pull up ya crib bumpin' Nails in tha Prius

Hop out and enter your house like the demons that enter my dreams every night that I'm sleeping

Tha smoke alarm beeping when Maiden be creepin'...

I wanna live, I just needed a reason...

What do I do when I look at my wrist and the bleeding is done but I never stopped breathing?

Cauterize all my wounds, tha deed is done now

6 (times 3), you see tha sun now

Guillotine chop, my freedom runs out

Deities watch, I need a god now...

Wait til I get in my zone, maiden tha lymph in ya node

Eidolon laying on gold, now we be stacking the bones

Cloven tha foot, I'm appalled by all tha shit I've been sold

We be tha plague... y'all barley got common cold

[Verse 2: Eidolon]

Welcome to the only life that I have ever lived

Been sleepin with these demons since I was a little kid

Mix Gingy with that Johnny just so I can get some z's

Two steps from the ledge till I'm a puddle in the street

Jump

To the next life now wish I never died

Ghost out the shell by the time the sun rise

Concrete bed last vision in my eyes

Yeah Next life begins I'm the reaper and the scyth

Young Jack Nicholson axe to your back

Overlook me stepping as I'm closin the gap

Lil witch maiden with the flame and the mask

And the all white visor no fear on the strap

Ain't nobody gone outshine me

Bump this shit creepin down Prince street

Flow on point like mountain peak

And you go no where like counting sheep

Woe is me, fuck these woes

Verses on some Allen Poe

Go coast to coast like my name space ghost

Till your jaw hit the floor and a lump in ya throat

Soul so cold need a scarf and a coat

Trade my soul for the mark of the goat

Eyes blacked out like the face of a crow

Blade to the wrist let the good times flow

I'm eidolon the mother fucking pistol wielding parasite

Me and Rich Maiden be the phantoms keep you up at night

So despite, all the shit

Burn threw towns with a fresh slit wrist

Day turns night got a young death wish

Leave No life but a face in the mist