Cray - Prologue lyrics

[Twisted Insane] I wake up and hear what'cha all get to figurin' Out what the f** it's 'bout I knew what was comin' already, I mean I've been Livin' life as a demon I think about k**in' 'em all from the time I wake Until I go to sleep, I mean they gonna see Then I will dump the heat until a Motherf**er is not breathin' Murder in the dark got me in the dark with a map To the devil himself I never give two sh**s about anyone, I k** Only the matter it felt! I done committed so many different sins And really it ain't no way for me to win and It be kinda foolish if I ask the question Am I goin' to a heaven or hell? People all fear what they can't see Most of you people do pray to Jesus You need somethin' to believe in, when you die You don't wanna go face Diablo I fill 'em and pill 'em with venom and pain They will be lovin' my name, goin' Insane for the brain When I'm tying up motherf**ers like I was a Tonka I'm all for n***as and b**hes who want somethin' Different in they cup And sick of the same everyday bullsh** that they Hear in the industry I've been murderin' n***as for so many days in so many ways You lookin' for them, n***a, hit the club You lookin' for me, homie, I be in the street (b**h a** n***a f** yo life n***a!) I lurk around the corner, any minute they be comin' to get Murdered by the hands of a heathen When you run up outta breath, I will hop up and do voodoo With the heater, put a stand to your breathin' Put a n***a head up in the gra**, with a hatchet really fast They gon' have to get to mansion retrievin' Incredible and when I really smash, I will run up on that a** Clack clack, get back for you, peep it Imagine a life where you wake up and you in a Room that's filled with psychos Then maybe you wanna k** everyone but you're Afraid to take the leap I have no religion so I never sin So it's really nothin' for me to just Do it again and again when I'm puttin' a Motherf**er like you straight to sleep [ISO] I woke up a demon, I sleep by the heater, the Pistol will stay by my bed When I go to the preacher I tell him I'm prayin' to Jesus but they cannot save me, I'm dead No one would be wondering that I can be normal lookin' Because evil'll stay in my head But that would be steadfully tellin' me when they come At me, man, yeah, that's what Satan had said! I pick up my pistol and then I put it to my Dome and I'm thinkin' 'bout endin' it all I'm skitzo affected, I really just wanna get Better so I will not give in at all I never will deal with the sh** that we went through so I guess I gotta blame it on the law And then I go pick up my pistol and then I hit The police station, start k**in' 'em all! I'm knowin' a lot of 'em prob'ly don't f** with me Cause of my views on religion All that I see is division, thinkin' 'bout All of the murders of m**m and Christians I pick up a Bible and pick a Quran up but Then I think 'what is the difference?' Like why in the f** are we k**in' eachother like All my gang members for instance? I feel like I'm Twisted, Root of All Evil Because I've been havin' some Visions Everyone packin' a pistol so I just Gotta keep everybody at a distance Will I ever get to heaven is one of my questions Because of the way that I'm livin' Or will a motherf**er keep on k**in' people Then burn slow like an incense Shooting and shouting I been ridin' with a heater cause I know a lot of n***as prob'ly Wanna see a k**a in the grave But I bet you I'mma hit it with the venom when I got up and a n***a that'll put a hollow tip up in your brain! It's a lot of n***as talkin' 'bout they sick up in the brain Talkin' 'bout they murder n***as but I hit 'em with the thang Talkin' 'bout he was a homie but I know it wasn't funny so I Catch a n***a slippin' then I gotta let it BANG! I don't really give a sh** about you n***as, I'm a psycho Run up on a n***a with a fully loaded rifle Lot of n***as trippin' on me and I'm ?real in it? But I'mma let a n***a have it and I put that on the bible! Run up on a n***a then I hit 'em when I finish 'em and Put 'em in a river, n***a, really that's how I go When they find the body I'mma hit 'em with a semi, you could Run into somebody, motherf**er it was ISO! [C. Ray] Everybody wanna talk all that sh** about Me but behind me And I'm wonderin' what it's gon' be, whether That they can say to my face Cause you little n***as ain't as big as you Talkin' on record, this time he Get to speakin' and blood'll be leakin' I eat 'em and say 'my grace'! And they hate it when I get the upper hand Hate it when I get to grippin', stick 'em with the Blade and throw 'em in the f**in' van And I don't wanna hurt nobody but I let my n***as do one for a couple grand That way I don't gotta touch 'em and I won't Contaminate my motherf**in' hands, SO Tell me what you thought it was, homie No b**h, I hit you with the slug, homie Oh sh** I got a bit of blood on me It's nothin' They never stick it to me and they gon' see Treat the legal system like a n***a You can bet I beat it like the police! And you can bet I been up in the game Long enough, consider me a veteran Better than... anybody at the table Fed 'em like they never been Then I grin Cause I know there's no escape and wherever they at I get the pen, and stick a phony with it Wicked with the homie K-lab!