Lyrics:
I came as shadowy figure
Out of the dazzling darkness
Ascended by pain and torture
Led by lucifers healing light
I am alive
I bring you light -
impress me with your raps, impress me by being dead
I'll be impressed when your bleeding red
'Cause at least you can say you done somethin' I haven't done
out to Sam Raimi (come get some) Bruce Campbell (haha)
(Come get some) yeah (come get some)
Alright, okay, look
Uh, dead by dawn
Swallow your soul
cows live under fear and stress
Trying to think what's gonna happen next
Fear and stress can become a part of you
In your cells and blood, this is
o're me
For I'm a young cowboy and
I know I done wrong"
"I see by your outfit that
Your are a cowboy"
These words he did say as I boldly stepped by
(oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh)
I decided (oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh)
I'ma live my best life (oh, oh, ooh)
Shout-shuot out to promoters giving bottles to my hoes
controls
Priests of Hades seek the sacred star
Satan sees the answer lies not far
Zombies screaming souls cry out to you
Satanic laws prevail your life
be the juice
Music's the only thing that brings the dead right back to life
Have faith and it will guide you through the night just like
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
out
I ain't even gotta say nothin'
'Bout that other homie that you heard about
'Cause if he heard about that you run your mouth
He come to your
friends get with me and my friends
But don't bring your ass by and you ain't got no ends
Word is bond it don't stop
Just ease your mind, come along
not)
She's got me for the time that I live
But sorry darling, I could never even wife this ting (can't wife her)
Reasons why I'm anti love
I'm anti
'cause its time to bring the biz to kids
And blow all hell fire out your empire
Your livest wire couldn't make my Mobb expire or retire
I'm lettin' off
the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out
Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get
you owe somebody dough you better bring that
Them kids is live, put five where your brain at
You walk the streets of the slums
Know to spot beef when
the showdown high noon
Men dressed all black, yo pon cock platoon
Outlaws, shedding blood by the liter
Saddle up, ride into the sun, done defeat ya
Ride out
Tell the hordes
I've come to save them all
Could their souls be dead
Or why can't I hear their words?
Goddess of time
Always by my side
guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
not meant for your diction
Battled addiction in the womb
A crack baby by definition
Keys to ignition with no permission
That mean that I'm driven
Illuminati or whatever the fuck they go by
They the reason why the world so dry
I'm just a nigga tryna live my life
Everyday staying away from the tip
everything, point him out and then he dead
Shootin' up where his granny live, "blaow, blaow!", his granny duck
He don't give a fuck, he's on Henny and Xanny'd
exposed to too much for too long
All my niggas out there in the hoods and shit
That be burnin' that real shit
Put your fuckin' Phillies in the air
Your
the whistle intereupt the play
Like the place you lay better know your place
Flag on the play, Flag on the play
Wait pause gotta be a scrimmage this is not
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