yo as a kid i couldnt protect my mom and i cry from all the chaos jumping in the house the drama and fights but now im grown up got a fucking monster inside trying to save every woman i meet with all of my mind how long have i honestly tried to recreate bonnie and clyde all these psycho women want to do is stomp on your pride so medusa turned to me and said dyou want to get high then pulled out a box of condoms thats economy sized ill be conjuring fire with all the songs that i write all those haunted by the drama come along for the ride got a war inside my soul now explosive like what happens when hells angels and the mongols collide bringing drama with a dominant stride be predominant prominent toss it lit cocktail bombs as i drive now my heart has just been beat on like abusive dudes do to they women when they got wandering eyes halo halo the woman that i once held had halos halos yo anyone fucking with my angels halo halo yeah my bullets giving them all halos halos my pen is draining this venom i went insane from this sinning its entertainment but then again its the pain im in like any training im giving my words of pain on this rhythm ive been deranged and im driven to bring the rain again and fuck the game we dismiss it like all the lames that are spitting im just refraining to listen like bitch im damien im here to bang in your system and all the graves that im digging for all these fakes to go deeper than jenna jameson i saw some dragging all the cases lost the way they walk away from all the pain and all the shame they keep contained within like any name thats been blemished since i been dangerous sending it prick the vein and get swimming up in the drain again its when the angels and sinnersll play a game of this scrimmage the sense of danger is infinite thats when the flames begin its no surrender were sinners within our anguish use music to thin my pain and put all of my pent up anger and write halo halo the woman that i once held had halos halos yo anyone fucking with my angels halo halo yeah my bullets giving them all halos halos most men they got emotions they wont show them they keep up walls harder to crack than old folsom souls frozen and explode like some hoe when she finds she got no trojans to poke holes in anyone i know knows when i hold pens i let the ink flow with soul im chosen like the omen i ma show them i keep my flow so potent when you hear it you just know its on dope like both olsens i ma roast em like some california doja and burn em slow like embalming fluid it was soaked in for any kid whos parents said lets try coke and shortly after the home was broken like the hogans ill be a spokesman like the holy ghost rows a locomotive with motors flowing im over vocals postal im broken open smoking dope and hoping to provoke emotions roast a roach approach the roller coaster of devotion its over halo halo the woman that i once held had halos halos yo anyone fucking with my angels halo halo yeah my bullets giving them all halos halos