Guess which one is occupied
Everyday can be a practice
I'm cursed to have these angels
I'm blessed to have my demons
My soul's a pack of wolves
I'm mindful of the ones I'm feedin'
Cuz this world ain't pretty
Clean hands are gettin' gritty
And Mr. Wayne in Gotham City
Sex games and chains that
freak shit will pull the demons out
And mean every single letter
Make me put one in a cage
Mutha Fucka get some knowledge
Cuz the magic key to the temple