Demon Fetty

[Verse 1]
Make you hunch like Igor, you look like Gollum,
Don’t even realize the demon’s got a problem.
Got my brother, my cousins in its clutches,
Chains on their souls, the reaper’s new crutches.

Poison dressed pretty, kills in rushes,
One taste of death in the dust that it crushes.
Got clean for yourself, tried to save another,
But the devil in disguise don’t care if he’s your brother.


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[Hook – Growled Chant]
Fentanyl whispers, “one more hit,”
Drag you to the grave while your veins all split.
Powder like heaven, but the high ain’t real,
The demon called Fentanyl only comes to kill.


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[Verse 2]
He dragged you back in, now you share his son,
Both drowning slow from the shit you’ve done.
Needle whispers lies, “one more won’t hurt,”
But the grave keeps calling, face down in the dirt.

One little pull, one tiny thrill,
Every single hit’s another shot to kill.
Demon in the powder, silent, still,
Promises peace, but it’s hell that it fills.


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[Hook – Growled / Shouted]
Fentanyl whispers, “one more hit,”
Drag you to the grave while your veins all split.
Powder like heaven, but the high ain’t real,
The demon called Fentanyl only comes to kill.


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[Verse 3]
Tried to get better for the ones who care,
But the dark draw pulled you in its snare.
Prayin’ for light, drowning in despair,
This demon don’t fight, it don’t fight fair.

Chasing a high that steals your breath,
Dancing every night hand-in-hand with death.
Families weep while the shadows grow,
Another soul lost to what we know.


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[Verse 4 – Final Strike]
But hope still burns though the night is long,
A fragile spark, but it’s fierce and strong.
Break the chains, let the healing start,
Fight that demon with a warrior’s heart.


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[Outro – Distorted Whisper]
Chains on your veins… death in your breath…
The demon called Fentanyl… only deals in death.

Dark horrorcore rap, 84 BPM, haunting bells, heavy 808s, whispers + growled hooks, funeral march energy.