Yo- as a kid I couldn’t protect my mom and I cry

From all the chaos jumping in the house the drama and fights

But now I’m 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 d’you want to get high

Then pulled out a box of condoms that’s economy sized

I’ll 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 hell’s 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

(I don’t condone it now)

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

It’s entertainment, but then again it’s the pain I’m in

Like any training I’m giving my words of pain, on this rhythm

I’ve been deranged and I’m driven’ to bring the rain again

And fuck the game, we dismiss it like all the lames that are spitting

I’m just refraining to listen like bitch I’m Damien

I’m here to bang in your system and all the graves that I’m 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 that’s been blemished, since I been dangerous; sending it, prick the vein and get swimming up in the drain again

It’s when the angels and sinners’ll play a game of this scrimmage the sense of danger is infinite that’s when the flames begin

It’s no surrender we’re 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

(Yo it’s dark in here, check it)

Most men they got emotions they won’t show them

They keep up walls harder to crack than old Folsom

Soul’s 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 I’m chosen like the omen

I'ma show them I keep my flow so potent, when you hear it you just know it’s 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 who’s parents said let’s try coke, and shortly after the home was broken like the Hogans

I’ll be a spokesman, like the holy ghost, rows a locomotive with motors flowing, I’m over, vocals postal

I’m broken open, smoking dope, and hoping to provoke emotions, roast a roach approach the roller-coaster of devotion

It’s 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