You won't think you'll make it out of this alive
If you get the feeling you're not alone in the room
You're not
Number in my days, I've been rollin' in my grave
Cause someone said my name, tell him look me in the face
I want bread, I want rum, I want murder for the fun
I've been trappin' for my city, sorry I just gotta run
Number in my days, I've been rollin' in my grave
Cause someone said my name, tell him look me in the face
I want bread, I want rum, I want murder for the fun
I've been trappin' for my city, sorry I just gotta run
Demons in my head, and I've been seein' through the face
Rollin' down the streets, and I've been lookin' for the freaks
Baby, where's the care to me? Maybe * a better me
Want some money, baby, tell him place a bet on me
Never lost it, never talkin', I just gotta go
Feelin' money to the face, and I've been wastin' it on grace
Like a passion through the race, or the reaper from the grave
Baby, I'm a demon, you can say
Baby, I'm a demon, you can say

Baby, I'm a demon, you can say
Seein' through the face, yeah, rollin' down the streets
And I've been lookin' for the freaks
Baby, where's the care to me? Maybe * a better me
Want some money, baby, tell him place a bet on me
Never lost it, never talkin', I just gotta go
Feelin' money to the face, and I've been wastin' it on grace
Like a passion through the race, or the reaper from the grave
Baby, I'm a demon, you can say
Baby, I'm a demon, you can say
Baby, I'm a demon, you can say