"Facin' My Demons (1st Take)"  Parental Advisory genre: Horrorcore
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	A song about Facin' one of my Worst Demons... alcohol.
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	Story Behind the Song Though I don't drink much nowadays, whenever I do, the urge is there to push it until I'm really faded. Sometimes when I think about it, I feel powerless to resist the force of this demon. Lyrics MELODY - How will I keep myself alive? Please help me to survive! For I struggle with these Demons deep within… I can't keep away from taken drink so let's begin! CHORUS - I ain't had a drink since I don't know when Once again… I can feel the demons within They got me startin to stray from the path of the righteous and one of these days Ay Yo I hope I might just. Be able to overcome This struggle from within Be able to succeed In Facin' my Demons LYRICS - Ain't been this fucked up since I don’t know when So I had to pick up the pen cuz it was yellin at me again. Taunting... Teezing... Talking Shit! So I grabbed the f_cker by the neck and squeezed her a bit Out came the ink, like blood on the paper From the evil in my soul tryin to pull another caper! My hand starts to tremble, And then it starts to fidget My mind filled with visions of the little demon midget Crawlin through my veins takin' over of my fingers My eyes wide with fear, as the evil still lingers A waterfall of sickness, lyrically approaches Down by my feet the floor covered itself with roaches! What he fuck is going on? I can't understand it Could this be the way that the devil had planned it? Caught me while I'm slippin, trippin' off the whiskey Please somebody tell me Could that be his key? To takin over my body… To takin' over my soul? I see sun out my window But my body's still feelin' cold Sweat drops formin' Drippin' from my fo'head I shout at the Devil "Fuck your Bitch-ass  Go Ahead!" Take your best shot! I really don' give a fuck bout to show your ass… what a Wicked Clownz about.. What! Thought  wasn't Bitch! Now I guess ya Know! TheGDog ain't a bitch And don't be F_ckn' wit' da carnival! "SMACK! Goes the backhand as the devil pimp-slaps me I  SPIT blood on the roaches… "IS THAT all you got G?" The Devils starts Grumble, And then he starts to Growl… I could tell I had the MUTHA-FACKO pissed at me now! but I'm a wicked clown so ya'know it don't phase me the devil's tryin' ta scare my ass but i'm Already crazy Wicked in the Nug-bone like ViolentJ said I spend half my time wishing I was dead the other half I spend in the comfort of the carnival with juggalos by my side doin shit that's harmful to ritchie bigoted faggoty-ass yuppy f_cks if the devil can't stop me how you figure you got any luck? of gettin' the f_ck away without a hatchet through the skull pass me anotha drink... this shit is getting dull I need to find some blood spray to wash away the sadness I need some excitement to wipe away this madness my rest-less-ness grows worse with every sip Where's my f_ckin' hatchet? It's time for me to trip! I Run naked, blood on me, as I howl at the moonlight crowds of people run in fear the clock approaches midnight in the middle of the street into a puddle I look down looking back at me I see the face of a clown! the blood has hit my face with a pattern and design I could tell this was my calling I could it was my time to rise above the earth into the realm of psychopathic All my ears can hear is "Screeeeech!" I'm startin' to block traffic I start to giggle And then I start to laugh… I reach into my jacket As I pull out the flask I tilt my head back... To take another swig But the whiskey's been replaced… By the blood of a pig! I cough up and spit My mind filled with questions My brain goes into overload as I start stressin' Needing to calm down, I know just what to do I grab a cop in uniform Squeeze his neck until he's ALL BLUE! White light surrounds me as I look into the sky The Ghetto Birds upon me Should I run and hide? F_ck naw bitch I'm a Wicked Clown I grabbed my Ninja Star and threw it "WHOOOSH! Went the sound! Straight to the pilots neck yo! Well I'll be Damned! Like 2 seconds later The chopper hit the ground BLAM! Giddy with joy, I take another swig… "GULP!" Oh f_ck! Did I just swallow some PIG! "GIMME THAT BLOOD!" I say to myself I'm a blood-sucking retard! Oh Dear God! I need your help! I think to myself what the f_ck have I become? NO MORE WHISKEY! Tommorrow… we're drinking RUM!

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