Luyện nghe bài hát Demon Executor

Comin' out the dirty bay area, Cali, it's the demon throw slasher,
lyrical y-dasher, the bible passer, quick to blasher, with my of tech-
rhyme bullets from the top of the mime cause I'm the lyrical,
miracal, spiritual teacher, Nicaragua street preacher, out to reach you.
Group of thugs who some the X-Generation, through penetration of lyrical
bullets of salvation, so bring the roughest and demons be screamin'
wanna start dumpin' and demons like a gang initiation. Huh, who wanna
mess with the craziest of em' all bringin' all and bang your head like
a teatherball, ain't none a y'all finned to stop me, me gospel hip-hop
till' the day the casket drop, wa-la. That's right, 1997, the Demon
up in this peace, I'm kill all y'all demons!

Throw yo' hands way up in the air, the sound of the electric chair,
that's the sound of demons screamin' fo their and I'm the demon executor
the switch tonight.

I told you once I be the demon choppa, the casket droppa, the glak-cocka,
the Mr. to hit em' up like 2-Paca. The demon body bag zipper-upper, the
bucker, the one who got demons and beans on his plate for supper. I be
the nuttiest one in the clan with Mac Town, switchblades and bibles held
in both hands. Yes, I am- deciphorus, ludious, craziest, killer within'
the California radius. Chick, Chick, glak-cock, ready to drop, drop
demons I don't care pistols in the air, ready to flare. I ain't in
to set trippin, blood crippin, I'm in to mormanistic-satanic bible
rippin' lyrically flippin' 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
stocka, the Mr. Put you in to throw you off a bridge droppa. I be the
man never 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'
up dawg!

Like Boyz 2 Men, I got on bended knee, beg n' plea. 'Cause I kill more
demons than Carmen got a whole of them dumb- dodell peas. I'm the demon
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 smoker, the Mr.
Columbian Neck Tie get provoka. Repepermmeniti I'm ready to jack these
demons, 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 Mr. 2-Pac Shikur. Who
wanna be it, wettin it' cause O.R.C. comin' out with the lyrical
mafeeoso style you believe. Till the day I die, I'm throwin' up Jesus
Christ, executor fo life! That right! No, for real though, how you
gonna stuff the bone? I got your partner!
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by T-Bone
Submitted by Woodrum ([email protected])