Comin out the dirty bay area, northern Cali
It
Lyrical life gasher
The bible pa**er
Quick to blast ya
With my loaded tech rhyme
Sprayin bullets from the top of the mind
Cuz I
Nicaragua street preacher who
Group of thugs who some call the X generation
The penetration of lyrical bullets of salvation
So bring the roughest of toughest
Demons be screamin what
I start dumpin
And jumpin demons like a gang initiation huh
Who wanna mess with the craziest of them all?
Demons bring it on
I
Aint none of ya'll gonna stop me
Watch me
Gospel hip hop to the day the casket drop
Why not
Ha, that
1997 the demon executor up in this piece
I
Throw ya hands way up in the air
That
That
And I
Throw ya hands way up in the air
That
That
And I
I told you once I be the demon head chopper
The casket dropper
The glock co*ker
Mr. ready-to-hit-em-up like 2pac does
The demon body bag zipper upper
The demon bucker
The one who got demons and beans on his plate for supper
I be the nuttiest one in the whole clan
With Mack ten
Switchblades and bibles held in both hands
Yes I am
The psychoest looniest craziest
Demon k**er within the California mile radius
Chick chick
Glock clocked
Ready to drop drop
Demons anywhere
I don
Pistols in the air ready to flare
I aint into set trippin
Blood crippin
Instead I
Lyrically flippin lyrics like a quarter in the air
Callin heads or tails from the hood up to no good
It
The mic stopper
the Mr. -put-your-feet-in-cement-then-throw-you-off-the-bridge dropper
I be the man never puffin on a Buddha
I
(Ha-ha, hey bone, these busters told me you couldn
(Man, let me show em what
Throw ya hands way up in the air
That
That
And I
Throw ya hands way up in the air
That
That
And I
Like who
I got demons on bended knee begging please
Cuz I k** more demons than Carmen got a whole bunch of them gold lp's
I
With giants and niner gear head to toe
Hoe, you didn
I be the demon neck choker
The devil smoker
The Mr. demon-Columbian-neck-tie-give provoker
???
Give me the glock one time
I
They aint got no hope
Got em up on my sniper scope
So blam blam
blam to dem for
Me comin up out the west
Like Mr. Tupac Shakur
Who wanna be sweatin wetting
This O.R.C.
Comin out with that lyrical Mafioso style you can
Till the day I die
I
Demon executor for life
That
(nah fo real tho, how you gon
Throw ya hands way up in the air
That
That
And I
Throw ya hands way up in the air
That
That
And I
(Ha-ha just a lil something to let ya