Demonio Mental (Remix)

I have blood on my shirt
Bitch, look at my dark circles
I'm going to break her hip
People drive me crazy
Cold as a fridge

I heat up when there's a fight
I get angry whenever I want
Fury runs through my veins

How they sell themselves for money
I have some ideas that kill you
Sounds like tss, I'm opening another can
A thousand mental demons unleashed

That millionaire has 0 drip 0 swag
I've been a week without sleep and I still look good
I was taught to not give a damn about authority
I shoot, hit the target like a polywag

Rapapam makes me more violent
That's not my blood on the cement
If they don't pay, cancel the event
I blast the beat, I destroy the suited ones

Record labels are assholes, they don't pay
Fully independent, I'm leaving my mark
With Lil Faso, more snow than in Denmark
We go out to fight and introduce you to death

I'm cold in spring, it's the ice on my chain
She tells me I look good, shut up and pay for dinner
Money burns me, dying doesn't scare me
I think I was in a fight, but none of this blood is mine

But it looks very pretty in my hands
I have a death note, I write you on the list
I was going to have one drink and now I'm on the fifth
They talk shit because I sound different

I've cut grass to see the snakes
Closed circle, I'm not with people
Being the best at this, they ask me how it feels
And I don't feel anything since I turned 20

Desire to kill
A demon in my head
Your mouth tastes like a hospital
If I'm with you, they lock me up

I have blood on my shirt
Bitch, look at my dark circles
I'm going to break her hip
People drive me crazy
Cold as a fridge

I heat up when there's a fight
I get angry whenever I want
Fury runs through my veins
I'm getting high on the subject
Your girl wants the necar
I'm not looking for her but she
An Argentine, very slutty
She says: Daddy whenever you want

Greedy wants to see drops
Don't bother me
Because I'll beat you up
I don't want fame but
She doesn't stop looking for me

Those rappers are boring, damn they're lazy
Their music is as boring as going to school
Each one more slutty than the other, my grandmother used to say
I heard their song, it's a toothache

Your favorite rapper cooks me hot dogs
Says I'm too violent like a fixed gear
They ask me without a condom, but I don't want a child
I already have several, I don't know why I worry

Your boyfriend looks for a fight
His head on the sidewalk
When I see blood outside
My heart races
I have a split head
Because of a couple of bitches
Who only give me problems
And now the blood is flowing

I finish that hater in his hair
I leave his bangs like Elvis
I want a bitch who leaves me dry
I don't want any lady
Who doesn't give me problems, nashe
With me it's easy, nasty
If she wants to fight, calm down
I disrespect her, fancy

Fuck it
Yeah ey yeah
I do what I hate to be able to do what I love
Yeah ey yeah
I walk into any place and everyone looks at me weird