Devlin - Tales From The Crypt lyrics

Tales From The, Tales From The... [Verse 1] When the sun goes down The monsters rise with a nine and a bally for disguise With an evil look in their eyes and they wanna take lives and, rape wives This place it ain't nice, get ate like peas and rice for your ice And slice of a knife through the white of your eye Not a monster cause you shot white from your ride I've been spitting bars since I was watching Tales From The Crypt on Nick of a night We used to nick of a night but now I just stick to the rhymes Or some of the mandem hit road shot O's, flow tips of a night Tales From The Crypt so prepare for your burial Face down, body rotten left in the mud f** radio so pull down your aerial Banging my CD, slice when I meet me [Verse 2] I'm a ghost from the past so cross that you can never open my arms And my location is over in Narm and I'm resting in peace so I'm totally calm You could be playing this sh** in your car Before you get dragged out and smashed with a bar It's raw in the world that we're living in star Tales From The Crypt 2006 Kidnap, throwing little kids in the car Tied up and their parents dunno where they are Tales From The Crypt 2006 Some things these monsters do is just sick Go for the stick, then roll to your crib Kick doors off, come and put a whole in your kid Don't know that your sick, street zombies standing on loading a stick [Verse 3] I'm like a zombie, I creep in the moonlight with a few shots and a few knives Kids locked up in the jails like cannabils, nonces Cannabils make me do something erradical We be lurking, working on the pavement Told you a shoe and it's late man You don't want a facial engravement And when I make a statement, listen or get took to the basement And get tied up It's the white c*nt that rhymes f**ed Tell a pensioner that his times up I'll like screaming the knifes up Better start handing your rights up You look small when you're sized up OT raised and the grave Concealed like a blade in a rave It's Tales From The Crypt so behave Still the fact remains have been left in the rain for days [Verse 4] It's Tales From The Crypt 2006 I'll rise again like Jesus after them Romans went and put nails in his wrist You know but fail to admit, I'm pow and equipt Leave sharp pains in your body like somebody was hammering nails in your ribs Yeah, I'm out in the bits and I'm out to be rich They wanna sound house sound when I spit And I won't stop til I'm laying in my casket On my d**hbed mattress, burn me with petrol and matches If I go, I'm going out in flames like a bang from a ratchet I'll leave you dead on your feat like a corpse And the blood rains down from your brains to your shorts So save me the talk, it's Tales From The Crypt it's risky on the roads that I walk