Demon Executor

Coming out the dirty Bay Area, Northern Cali It's the Demon throat slasher, lyrical eye dasher The Bible passer, quick to blast ya With my loaded TEC rhyme spraying bullets from the top of the mind 'Cause I'm the lyrical miracle spiritual teacher Nicaraguan street preacher (That's right) who's out to reach ya Group of thugs who some call the X Generation Through penetration of lyrical bullets of salvation So bring the ruckus, the toughest Demon be screaming When I start dumping and jumping demons like a gang initiation Huh, who wanna mess with the craziest of 'em all? Demons bring it on, I'll bang your head like a tetherball Ain't none of y'all finna stop me, watch me Gospel hip-hop 'til the day the casket drop, wallahi That's right, 1997, the Demon executor up in this piece I'ma kill all y'all demons Throw your hands way up in the air That's the sound of the electric chair That's the sound of demons screaming for their life And I'm the Demon executor hitting switches tonight Throw your hands way up in the air That's the sound of the electric chair That's the sound of demons screaming for their life And I'm the Demon executor hitting switches tonight I told you once I be the Demon head chopper The casket dropper, the Glock cocka Mr. Ready to hit 'em up like 2Pac-a The Demon body bag zipper-upper, the Demon bucka The one who got demons and beans on his plate for supper I be the nuttiest one in the whole clan With MAC-10s, switchblades and Bibles held in both hands Yes, I am the cyclist, looniest, craziest Demon killer within the California mile radius Chick-chick, Glock cock, ready to drop-drop Demons anywhere, I don't care Pistols in the air, ready to flare I ain't in the set tripping, Bloods cripping Instead I'm in the Mormon and Satanic Bible ripping Lyrically flipping lyrics like a quarter in the air Calling heads or tails from the hood up to no good It's the Demon body chakra, the mic stalker The Mr. Put Your Feet In Cement And Throw You Off The Bridge dropper I be the man never puffing on a Buddha I'm the Texas chainsaw-having Demon executor Ha-ha, ayy, Bone, these busters told me you couldn't rap Man, let me show 'em what's up, dog Throw your hands way up in the air That's the sound of the electric chair That's the sound of demons screaming for their life And I'm the Demon executor hitting switches tonight Throw your hands way up in the air That's the sound of the electric chair That's the sound of demons screaming for their life And I'm the Demon executor hitting switches tonight Like, what you mean I got demons on bended knee begging please? 'Cause I kill more demons than Carmen Got a whole bunch of them gold LPs I'm the Demon executor coming straight out of Frisco With Giants and Niner gear head to toe (Oh, you didn't know?) I be the Demon neck choker (Uh), the devil smoker (Uh, uh) The Mr. Demon Colombian necktie gift provoker Rrr-beep, permanent minute make imminent Glock One time I'm ready to jack these demons, they ain't got no hope Got 'em up on my sniper scope So blam-blam (Come on), blam two, them four Me coming up out the West like Mr. Tupac Shakur (Bow) Who wanna be sweating (Me), wetting (Thee) this O.R.C Coming up with that lyrical mafioso style you can't believe 'Til the day I die, I'm throwing up Jesus Christ Demon executor for life (That's right), follow me Nah, for real though, how you gon' step to Bone? Ha-ha, I got your back, partner Throw your hands way up in the air That's the sound of the electric chair That's the sound of demons screaming for their life And I'm the Demon executor hitting switches tonight Throw your hands way up in the air That's the sound of the electric chair That's the sound of demons screaming for their life And I'm the Demon executor hitting switches tonight Ha-ha, just a little something to let Y'all fools know the time like revival You know what I'm saying? Another Noise Mental production Aight, Jesus Christ for life, son The Demon executor