Trip

[Verse]
If you talking to me tripping
I will just end your existence
Feeling the moment I'm filling your head with bullets from a distance
Isn't difficult to tell the difference from me and the other children
Beginning to make better tracks, feeling like I am big switching
Demons crawling around inside of my head, telling me they must listen
Already know that I'm better than you, why don’t you just quit your dissing
Chopping 'em up, leaving them bleeding, I don’t give them stitches
When I be finished, your face looking like you have been stricken
Looking for an escape, don’t you know you won't, get it
Got you on the acid, but no trip, you'll melt, acidic
Harvest all of it, so what's left, there is no percentage
Drop and then ill burn 'em inside a bath of arsenic