[Intro]
The patient is still showing signs of aggression.
We have tried multiple different treatments, but, there's no progress so far.
If things keep going like this, I'm not sure we can save... him.

The others are saying he needs to be kept locked down at all time. Because he is too dangerous.
But I believe he's just misunderstood.

Furthermore, the patient has started speaking weird sentences...

[Verse 1]
I think I'm a bit fucked, I drink pig blood
And puke all over a canvas, a twisted inkblot
Shit's tough, what do you see? A big cock?
Same here, wait, we were talking about Rick Ross

Right? “Yea” Aight, I'm like, buzz light-year
Playing with Woody, “mom's coming” he’s gotta hide “where?”
Maybe in your tight rear, or your right ear
I hear, her by the door, don't put up a fight dear

Idea! We'll jump of a building and die together
It's beautiful, really, and also it's kinda clever
You're standing on the edge, ready to die happy
Then I push you, and walk away like nothing happened

I'm not the devils son, but I speak in devil tongue
I'll sin seven times, cause you know, hell is fun
That's what I tell a nun, she says I need Jesus
Imma cut I'm him into meat pieces, eat it and shit Jesus faeces, you bitches

[Hook x2]
I’m not the devils son, not the- the devils son
I’m not the devils son, but I speak in devil tongue
I’m not the devils son, d-d- d-d-devils son
I’m not the devils son, speak- speak, devil tongue

[Verse 2]
Play this in the club, it won’t stop, no rest
Watch all the people dance in trance, possessed
Don’t stress, I won’t bless, this whole mess
Yea I got a cold chest, cause my heart is fucking frozen

Don’t talk to me unless you’re a mass murderer
You’ve killed 15 people? Pass, haven’t heard of ya
I’m a psycho, I made your parents into burgers hah
Compared to that, you’re only like a burglar, argh

I raise fire, you ain’t higher, than ants
I break lighters, on the gasoline under you, dance!
Oh wait, you can’t, you’re tied to a chair and gagged
Well that, is just a shame ain’t it? Bye dad!

I rap about doing 9/11 for fun
I don’t smell like a corpse, nah, I smell like tons
You hate to breathe my air? Then I will rip out your lungs
Other people kill with guns, I just use my fucking tongue, but I’m not

[Hook x2]
I’m not the devils son, not the, the devils son
I’m not the devils son, but I speak in devil tongue
I’m not the devils son, d-d- d-d-devils son
I’m not the devils son, speak-speak, devil tongue