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reyes celaya - demonz كلمات الأغنية

intro
what up doe?
this one’s for my fans so throw up them hands ’cause i came to f-ck sh-t up

verse 1
uno, dos, tres, shout out to justis alecia gomez
i’m a lefty so you know what that makes me?
evil, that’s why they call me sinister but i’m still the boss of this b-tch, prime minister
call me mister junior ‘fore you end up with a couple blisters or trapped in jupiter
f-ck jennifer in the -ss with a magnifying gl-ss
don’t mean to bring up my past but i thought our love was gonna last
now everytime she comes to mind i put her on blast
bet you haven’t had a cast all the way from me pelvis to your toes
yeah, i was in special ed so i guess this is a r-t-rded flow
just to be clear i was only in there ’cause i’m in a wheelchair
all this sh-t i’ve been through makes me want to drink a beer
apparently rap has made me angry
you god d-mn right b-tch, i’m the mexican shady
y’all can’t see me or phase me
steady trying to diss me but trust me y’all ain’t ready ’cause once i pick up a pin and go in the baggin’ begins
once i get to rappin’ i get so much adrenaline in my skin that i feel like i can f-ckin’ go to charles manson’s jail cell and start break dancin’ with his skeleton
chillin’ like a villain in the kitchen with my cousin jasmin watchin’ two and a half men
listen, the only prescription that i’m on is baclofen so my muscles can be relaxin’
never leave home without my headphones and when i’m in the zone y’all better leave me alone
i’m coming straight for the throne ’cause

hook
all i see is red
demonz in my head and this is what they said ” keep on k!lling it until your pencil runs out of led
don’t f-ck with people ’cause all they care about is bread”
all you whack rappers need to go to bed

verse 2
america figueroa, i liked you
yeah, that was true and at one point wasn’t anything i wouldn’t do just to be with you
then you got yourself a little boyfriend and started acting brand new
eventually y’all broke up and me being mr nice guy, checking up on you
who knew you’d pull a p-ssy move and block me from messaging you?
oh, how you got me feeling blue?
boo hoo
whoopty f-cking do
psych, you remind me of em, ’cause everytime i think of you i puke
baby girl i could have given you all the love in the world
i’m sorry, this ain’t me i’m usually friendly
f-ck it though, now you’re just somebody that i used to know
people keep testing me and eventually gonna bring the demon out of me
at times i can be crazy
i’m just waiting on one you motherf-ckers to diss me so i can k!ll you lyrically
seriously, this ain’t funny
let me speak your language since y’all can’t understand me
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang, i don’t really give a f-ck about no nose ring, ripped jeans or skinny jeans and when i’m with your girl i make her hit them high notes like the b-tch like to sing
hit them in the mouth until it starts to sting
play all the basketball you want you still ain’t never gonna get a ring
doing this generation of rap really ain’t my thing
its all bogus, all y’all know how to talk about is money, cars and coitus
if you wanna be with me then you gotta be pretty, blonde hair, green eyes and a big booty
why the f-ck you think i love jennette mccurdy?
since i’m talking about pretty you know i gotta mention calley batie
i mean she is a queen
prettiest little lady i’ve ever seen
honey, you know me so you know that i’m not flirting and i thank you for not tripping
these b-tches better start learning if they don’t want to end up limping
i thought i told ya i’m so done with this nice guy persona
you see, there’s no knowing when this album will be dropping but as soon as it does there will be no stopping me
i’m coming for you mumble rappers ’cause that sh-t ain’t rap, its cr-p
it’s time for old school rap to come back
this generation of rap’s got me taken aback with how much they lack in storytelling
got me wondering how the f-ck are there records selling?
i rap about what’s relevant to me unlike these studio g’s
bunch of fake thugs sounding like they need hugs
it seems like all y’all know how to talk about is drugs so how the f-ck do you expect children this generation to listen?
i ain’t jokin’, you’re someone’s inspiration so what happens when they hear about you on the news talking about you overdosin’?
now, i’m in the position to pick up this pen because these children deserve an explanation
like i’m sorry lil peep made a bad decision so now he ain’t livin’
and now guess who suffers from depression?
turns out that fan was a stan so we all know how that situation ends
i can be like my friend trishstan king and make hits spittin’ bars about how men ain’t sh-t
like legit just to start an argument
if the shoe fits wear it
oh, i’m sorry you’re offended?
go in front of a supermarket and throw a fit like an idiot
start a riot and end up all over the streets like 50 cent
it doesn’t matter when everyone gathers long as i can be my room bumping “marshall mathers”
should i brag about my ugly boy swag?
it doesn’t matter ’cause these b-tches will always be trippin’ like they on the rag
oh my jesus, i’ll tear you to pieces like reese’s if my anger increases
i must have telekinesis the way i got you moving to this
me singing is like an unsharpened pencil pointless so you’ll never hear me go do re mi fa so
if you’re ever in front of me on the road you better not go slow or get hit with flying oranges ’cause when it comes to road rage i’m worst than austin chavez

verse 3
i don’t know what god’s plan is for me yet but you can bet if anything i’ll go to college so i can learn how to produce “life on wheelz”
in case i never get a record deal
its a beauty like my cousin mariela if she ever dressed up as cinderella to c-ck block a fella dressed in yella
be careful ’cause if you try to control her she’ll do you like bieber and be a heartbreaker ’cause she’ll dump ya
at first if you don’t succeed do you like snoop and smoke some weed but don’t forget if i catch you i’ma still make you bleed listening to creed
don’t want to see me dance ’cause i’ll put you in a trance
its not my fault you like trannies with no panties
why the f-ck you think they call her amanda? because she’s a man duh
don’t mind me i’m crazy
don’t believe me?
just ask amber t ’bout me
wanna hear something scary?
backmask this sh-t real quick and tell me if there’s a secret message behind it
i’m a bad magician because all i do is f-ck up tricks who try to act all hard like my d-ck
i don’t have to predict that if you f-ck with me it’ll end up tragic
you think you can beat me?
how funny, you must be taylor swift because that’s in your wildest dreams
seems like you trying to cause a scene
you think you on a tv screen?
not trying to be mean but your breath smells like it needs some listerine
i can tell you all my secrets because you’re too fat to ever spill the beans
people keep p-ssin’ on my vision and i’m like “why you hatin’?”
don’t take it personally but i just don’t like people
been this way since i was a little rascal writing in my journal
got to keep it short with ya like ciara olmeda
all i know is that i’m awesome like the miz
i’m just playing possum and once i get ’em it’ll be deadly like a shot in the cranium
drop ’em in the bottom of the ocean wrapped in aluminum
xxxtentacion need to quit playin’ sayin’ that he’s better than ‘pac because he can’t do rock
b-tch please this generation of hip hop sucks more c-ck than a hooker at a truck stop
i don’t need raven symone to see the future
i can just picture ‘pac coming out of cuba to give y’all a lecture and trust me when i tell you that you don’t want no drama
if i were you i’d keep it with your mama
getting kinda p-ssed ’cause people keep calling me an atheist
kinda makes sense though ’cause at the end of the day i don’t believe anything y’all say
b-tches stay trippin’ often ’cause i call ’em honey
no matter how many times i tell ’em that’s just how i be
now i’m rolling around saying “hi bich” like danielle bregoli
spitting these bars pill free ’cause i ain’t no junkie
i just hope y’all feeling me like pee-wee playing with his weenie at the movies
no, but seriously y’all find my honesty way too funny like isabel salas rapping “lose yourself” while these wackos stay by themselves
all they play on the radio is piche payasos
i swear i’m up to no good
this is an attack on the coast where’s ben woodcox at?
it’s time to bring real music back on track because these new rappers are wack
prepare for a roast because you’re toast
hi, my name is reyes and if you don’t like me suck my p-n-s
you ignoramus get your thumb out of your -n-s
why do i got to be so heinous? ’cause i’m a goddess like alexa bliss
look at the fl!ck of the wrist
hit you when the mouth and say you kissed my fist
b-tch, don’t f-ck with me if i haven’t had my coffee ’cause i can guarantee you’ll be on your knees if you test me
i mean how mean can i be?
well let’s see i can run you over and it wouldn’t even faze me
need to get cheyanne conn on a song with me
i’ll be rapping until its not fun for me
till i’m 80 and can barely see
you can suck my d-ck if you think i’m a paraplegic
come on son get off my johnson
you just a baby boy like tyrese gibson
i think i should mention that i don’t need a playboy mag to be feeling myself that’s what i call m-st-rbation
b-tches be trippin for no reason so to avoid that situation i stick to the single life hitting 3- wheel motion
i got lotion because there’s a secret potion in me that makes children (haha)
what happened cat caught your tongue?
reminiscin’ when i was young
started calling every girl hon and now they make me wanna grab a gun
trust me you ain’t want none
b-tch, better run even if you weigh a ton
my flow hotter than tabasco as i go spittin’ inferno
say h-llo to donivan minello
i’m a hugger like bayley especially if they pretty
you can’t be my lady if you too skinny
actually it don’t matter to me
act real silly like my cousin lilly in my wheelchair popping wheelies
my life is a movie
seriously though people are faker than wwe
i still watch it ’cause it’s entertaining to me
understand that you’re never too old to get these hands
i’ll put you in a arm bar like rhonda rousey
i can go on all night like a mexican party
i get so hyper when i’m rapping now thats adhd
i probably got people pretending to like me but i don’t give a f-ck
they can get hit by a truck
this generation of rap doesn’t make much sense to me like a penny
criticism doesn’t phase me so go ahead and talk all this sh-t about me b-tch
money comes in handy like my friend haley but i rap because it’s fun for me
i know everything that comes out of my mouth is filthy but i don’t care as long as you’re feeling me
here i go with my brutal honesty
i’m naughty like miley shaking her booty on national tv
f-ck keeping it pg
i’m not a roll model drowning b-tches in mud puddles
you muggles don’t know the struggle of trying to f-ck this rap game in the b-tt hole
f-ck its already in this sh-thole
people getting sentimental like they just found out their sister claims up and down a pole
don’t think i won’t give her the d if she tests me
like um excuse me?
do you like to draw? because i put the d in raw so much that it should be against the law
trying to play it off like n0body saw
that’s all folks like i’m choking my chicken till the last stroke now it’s all over the wall
(haha)
wait, you can bet that i ain’t done yet
ain’t even broken a sweat
came to put this rap game in the truck, oh, now you think you’re macho
you ain’t know, hoe?
your facin’ a dragon ’cause i spit that feugo
what’s next?
if you scared go to church
lexi burch knows that this mexican is loco
one thing you should know that this generation of rap is wack yo
going against me is a no no
bars? i got plenty
rap tighter than a virgin’s p-ssy
if your girl tests me then you’ll see that i’ll turn her into the yup machine like dave hester
get her walking side to side like ariana grande and there’s nothing you can say
“how long are you going to rap for? you’re starting to bore me”
long as kelby denny watches rick and morty
b-tch, don’t worry
i’ma stop, psych, not till i get to the top
probably when this album drops
until then i got this pen to be writin’ like i was in prison
do it so much you’d think it was a sin
gotta love women even though they be trippin’
renatta silveyra, don’t think i forgot about ya, mija
i see that you’re a painter
just know that i’m your biggest supporter
smoke a joint to the point you’re high as f-ck and start going on a rant with a plant
sincerely, your buddy
soon as you see me make some noise like my name was prince royce
shout out to carlos coy
i don’t smoke blunts ’cause i’d rather beat up sl-ts
hit ’em in the gut for trying to front
can’t you see that i’m the next chris breezy?
nah, not really
long as you don’t f-ck with me
eso vato es loco y no esta jugando
amo a todos mis pequeño demonz
mumble rappers are payasos who needs to tell the rap game adios
don’t compare me to them ’cause i’m not even close
find 6ix9ine and punch him in the nose ’cause what he does to little niños is gross
what a disgrace of a human being you are and yet you’re a star?
and why the f-ck you say the n word?
boy, you ain’t black
what you are is whack
and go ahead respond with a diss track
lyrically i’ll tear you a part with what you call art
and don’t get me started on your hair
you look like a f-cking queer
mr. daniel hernandez ain’t allowed in los angeles ’cause if he does show up he’d probably get f-cked up
f-cking chump
and you better hope you never go to jail ’cause you’d probably be someone be b-tch, b-tch

- reyes celaya

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