Luyện nghe bài hát Demon Executor

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

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

I told you once I be the demon head choppa, the droppa, the glak-cocka,
the Mr. Ready to hit em' up like 2-Paca. The demon bag zipper-upper, the
demon bucker, the one who got demons and on his plate for supper. I be
the nuttiest one in the whole clan Mac Town, switchblades and bibles held
in hands. Yes, I am- deciphorus, ludious, craziest, demon killer within'
the California mile radius. Chick, Chick, glak-cock, ready to drop,
demons anywhere I don't care in the air, ready to flare. I ain't in
to set trippin, blood crippin, instead I'm in to mormanistic-satanic
rippin' lyrically flippin' lyrics like a in the air call it heads or
tails, from the up to no good. It's the demon body chocka, the mike-
stocka, the Mr. Put you in cement to throw you off a droppa. I be the
man puffin' on the booda, I'm the Texas chainsaw havin' demon executor.
Hey, bone, 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 more
demons Carmen got a whole bunch of them dumb- dodell peas. I'm the demon
executor comin' out of Frisco with Giants and Niner Gear head to toe,
oh, you know? I be the demon neck choker, the devil smoker, the Mr.
Demon Columbian Neck Tie get provoka. Repepermmeniti I'm 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
be sweatin' 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, demon executor fo life! right! No, for real though, how you
gonna stuff the bone? I got your partner!
then
by T-Bone
Submitted by Woodrum ([email protected])