Luyện nghe bài hát Demon Executor

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

Throw yo' hands way up in the air, that's the of the electric chair,
that's the sound of demons fo their life 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. Ready to hit em' up like 2-Paca. The demon bag zipper-upper, the
bucker, the one who got demons and beans on his plate for supper. I be
the nuttiest one in the whole clan with Mac Town, switchblades and bibles
in both hands. Yes, I am- deciphorus, ludious, craziest, killer within'
the mile radius. Chick, Chick, glak-cock, ready to drop, drop
demons anywhere I don't care pistols in the air, to flare. I ain't in
to set trippin, crippin, instead I'm in to mormanistic-satanic bible
rippin' lyrically flippin' lyrics like a in the air call it heads or
tails, the hood up to no good. It's the demon body chocka, the mike-
stocka, the Mr. Put you in cement to you off a bridge droppa. I be the
man never puffin' on the booda, I'm the Texas chainsaw havin' executor.
Hey, bone, these bustas told me you couldn't rap. Man, let me em' what's
up dawg!

Like Boyz 2 Men, I got demons on bended knee, beg n' plea. 'Cause I kill
demons than Carmen got a 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 ready to jack
demons, they ain't got no hope, up out my sythoscope. So blam, blam,
comin on, to dem 4, me comin' up out the West like Mr. 2-Pac Shikur. Who
wanna be sweatin' it, wettin it' O.R.C. comin' out with the lyrical
style you can't 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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Lyrics by
by Nick Woodrum ([email protected])