Inside The Beast

Intro:
This is what the outside world has to offer
Is he a man or a monster? (Is he a man or a monster?)

Verse 1:
Cocaine in my mucus
Living in the gallows, it might just set me free
I been feeling passed around, been feeling STD
Needles in my stomach and I’m hungry as can be
They open up my eyes, tape my eyelids to my cheek
Staring at the ceiling when that guillotine release
Something like the nicotine that’s filtered through my teeth
Staring at the bodies and pretend they been asleep
For a week, they been weak
They ain’t coming with the-

Pre-Chorus:
Backwater flowing out the gutters from the flood
Got they bones cracking under all the pressure from the mud
And the bodies go ballistic they go feral
Seeing broken pictures of their homes looking sterile
Smell the blood and they go wild

Hook:
Off whatever’s on the block
Whatever’s on the corner. hands is grabbing what they got
They been handing me the rot
Fingers in the wound getting sewn into the edges so it’s clots

Verse 2:
Hammer to the skull of the cattle, hear it crack
And it’s music to ears
I been making songs that I never wanna hear
I been talking loud but the words are never clear
Go read the caption, you dont get the message
Go ahead ignore my ramblings
Jump Infront crowd then I thank them for the trampling
Looking hella proud as I swallow the grenade
They stuck inside a beast, looking pretty and behaved

Pre-Chorus:
They ain’t coming with the
Backwater flowing out the gutters from the flood
Got they bones cracking under all the pressure from the mud
And the bodies go ballistic they go feral
Seeing broken pictures of their homes looking sterile
Smell the blood and they go wild

Hook:
Off whatever’s on the block
Whatever’s on the corner, hands is grabbing what they got
They been handing me the rot
Fingers in the wound getting sewn into the edges so it’s clots
Off whatever’s on the block
Whatever’s on the corner, hands is grabbing what they got
They been handing me the rot
Fingers in the wound getting sewn into the edges so it’s clots

Outro:
What you want from the useless?
Everyone’s a dog, maybe you can be that ruthless
Turning into Brutus, twisting every knife into any naked back
They ain’t making moves, they can barely just react
To what is happening, money without pockets
Is just perfect for the scrambling, staring at the pocket
Watch dangling, they been living movies
Cause the real world is something they won’t ever get to dabble In