A monster with many faces
That's what I've become, and nothing scares me, uh
Okay, run it back, run it back, so who can throw it back?
I'm locked in, zero to hundred
Hot potato, nobody knows this heat
Name somebody who can juggle like me
With no tools, only makeup throwin' my chips
They call us pappy or a mommy
And you just stand there
Like some
Uh, you don't know this
Chute, parachute, I popped it
Dropped that pocket all night
Swapping coffins, monsters conscious
And it's all like that