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I Was Born A Demon Video (MV)




Performed By: UNKNOWNGXDS
Language: English
Length: 1:58
Written by: Jacob Wynn, Kristofer Meachum




UNKNOWNGXDS - I Was Born A Demon Lyrics




Grey just a motherf*cker wanna be dead
Smokin' on a ciggy put a bullet through our head
F*cking all my feelings; f*ckin' wanna get sped up
Pull up lil' bitch you ain't ever gonna wanna f*cking step up
Fed up
Put your f*cking hands up
Steppin' on a bitch until the teeth are in the shredda
I don't give a f*ck about nothin' up in ya chest yuh
F*ckin' make a deal before I f*ckin' sell ya

Bitch I sold my soul to the devil
F*cked up like original hansel and grettle
Whip shit up like I'm cookin in a kettle
A1 like I'm the motherf*ckin' medal
Bitch I ain't got no scores to settle
Bitch I don't break like I'm f*ckin' metal
Bitch I'm high I'm in the shuttle
Our shit fire just put us on shuffle

Hell is just a step away
I'm bringin' out the dead
Crawl they way out of the grave
Grey's Reaper done come out to play
Now the Specter on the way
F*ckin' take em precipitate
Got the blood rain up on my sleeve, aye
Take they souls back to the grave
The Specter always finds a way

I've lost all my f*cks
I'm prayin' you run up
I will bash you with a brick
I will kill your f*ckin' kids
I don't make no f*ckin' threats
I'm the f*ckin' living death
I will take your f*ckin' breath
There will be no soul left
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Grey just a motherf*cker wanna be dead
Smokin' on a ciggy put a bullet through our head
F*cking all my feelings; f*ckin' wanna get sped up
Pull up lil' bitch you ain't ever gonna wanna f*cking step up
Fed up
Put your f*cking hands up
Steppin' on a bitch until the teeth are in the shredda
I don't give a f*ck about nothin' up in ya chest yuh
F*ckin' make a deal before I f*ckin' sell ya

Bitch I sold my soul to the devil
F*cked up like original hansel and grettle
Whip shit up like I'm cookin in a kettle
A1 like I'm the motherf*ckin' medal
Bitch I ain't got no scores to settle
Bitch I don't break like I'm f*ckin' metal
Bitch I'm high I'm in the shuttle
Our shit fire just put us on shuffle

Hell is just a step away
I'm bringin' out the dead
Crawl they way out of the grave
Grey's Reaper done come out to play
Now the Specter on the way
F*ckin' take em precipitate
Got the blood rain up on my sleeve, aye
Take they souls back to the grave
The Specter always finds a way

I've lost all my f*cks
I'm prayin' you run up
I will bash you with a brick
I will kill your f*ckin' kids
I don't make no f*ckin' threats
I'm the f*ckin' living death
I will take your f*ckin' breath
There will be no soul left
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Writer: Jacob Wynn, Kristofer Meachum
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