Demon Executor

[T-Bone] Comin out the dirty bay area, Northern Cali It's the demon throat slasher, lyrical wild gasher The Bible passer, quick ta blast ya Wit my loaded tech rhymes, spray bullets from the top of the mind Cause I'm the lyrical miracle, spiritual teacher Nicaraqua street preacha, whos out to ta reach ya Group of thugs who some call the X Generation Through penatration of lyrical bullets of salvation So bring the roughest, toughest, demon be screamin When I start dumpin and jumpin demons like a gang initiation Who wants to mess wit the crazies of them all Demons bring it on, I'll bang your heads like a tetherball And none of yall fin to stop me watch me Gospel Hip Hop until the day the casket drop, wha la [Chorus: repeat 2X] Throw your hands way up in the air Thats the sound of the electric chair Thats the sound of demons screamin for their lives And I'm the demon executioner hittin switches tonight [T-Bone] I told you once I be the demon head choppa, the casket droppa The Glock cocka, the mister ready to hit em up like Tupaca The demon body bag zipper uppa, the demon bucka The one who got's demons and beans on his plate for suppa I be the nuttest one in the who clan Wit mack 10s, switch blades and bibles held in both hands Yes I am the pyschoest, luniest craziest Demon killer within the California mile radius Chick Chick, Glock cock ready to drop drop Demons any where, I dont care Pistols in the air ready to flare I ain't into set trippin, blood and crippin Instead I'm into Mormon and Satanic bible rippin Lyricly flippin lyrics like quaters in the air Call it heads or tail from the hood up to no good It's the demon body chalka, the mic stocka The mister put your feet in cement to throw you of the bridge droppa I be the man never puffin on the budda I'm the Texas Chainsaw half demon executor [Chorus] [T-Bone] Like Boys 2 Men I got demons on bended kness, beggin please I kill more demons then Carmen gots a whole bunch of those dope Lps I'm the demon executer comin straight out of Frisco With Niner and Raider gear from head to toe, oh you didn't know The demon neck choka, the devil smoka The mister demon, Columbian neck tie provoka We be perminent in it, give me a Glock one time I'm ready to jack These demons they ain't got no hope get em up on my snipers scope So blam blam, blam to the 4 Me comin out of the west like Mister 2Pac Shakur Who wants to be sweatin, wettin this O R C Wit that lyrical mafioso style that you can't believe To the day I die I'm throwin up Jesus Christ Demon executor for Life, thats right [Chorus]