T-bone - Demon Executor lyrics

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