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T-bone - Demon Executor Şarkı Sözleri
T-bone
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comin´ out the dirty bay area, northern cali, it´s the demon throw slasher, lyrical y-dasher, the bible passer, quick to blasher, with my load of tech- rhyme sprayin´ bullets from the top of the mime cause i´m the lyrical, miracal, spiritual teacher, nicaragua street preacher, who´s out to reach you. group of thugs who some call the x-generation, through penetration of lyrical bullets of salvation, so bring the roughest and toughest demons be screamin´ wanna start dumpin´ and jumpin´ demons like a gang initiation. huh, who wanna mess with the craziest of em´ all demons bringin´ all and bang your head like a teatherball, ain´t none a y´all finned to stop me, watch me gospel hip-hop till´ the day the casket drop, wa-la. that´s right, 1997, the demon executor up in this peace, i´m gonna kill all y´all demons!
chorus- throw yo´ hands way up in the air, that´s the sound of the electric chair, that´s the sound of demons screamin´ fo their life and i´m the demon executor hittin´ the switch tonight.
i told you once i be the demon head choppa, the casket droppa, the glak-cocka, the mr. ready to hit em´ up like 2-paca. 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 mac town, switchblades and bibles held in both hands. yes, i am- deciphorus, ludious, craziest, demon killer within´ the california mile radius. chick, chick, glak-cock, ready to drop, drop demons anywhere i don´t care pistols in the air, ready to flare. i ain´t in to set trippin, blood crippin, instead i´m in to mormanistic-satanic bible rippin´ lyrically flippin´ lyrics like a quarter in the air call it heads or tails, from the hood up to no good. it´s the demon body chocka, the mike- stocka, the mr. put you in cement to throw you off a bridge droppa. i be the man never puffin´ on the booda, i´m the texas chainsaw havin´ demon executor. hey, bone, these bustas told me you couldn´t rap. man, let me show em´ what´s up dawg!
like boyz 2 men, i got demons on bended knee, beg n´ plea. ´cause i kill more demons than carmen got a whole bunch of them dumb- dodell peas. i´m the demon executor comin´ straight out of frisco with giants and niner gear head to toe, oh, you didn´t know? i be the demon neck choker, the devil smoker, the mr. demon columbian neck tie get provoka. repepermmeniti i´m ready to jack these demons, they ain´t got no hope, gettin´ up out my sythoscope. so blam, blam, comin on, blam to dem 4, me comin´ up out the west like mr. 2-pac shikur. who wanna be sweatin´ it, wettin it´ cause o.r.c. comin´ out with the lyrical mafeeoso style you can´t believe. till the day i die, i´m throwin´ up jesus christ, demon executor fo life! that right! no, for real though, how you gonna stuff the bone? i got your back partner!
then dialogue lyrics by t-bone submitted by nick woodrum (nickshaq@aol.com)
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