Luyện nghe bài hát Demon Executor

Comin' out the dirty bay area, northern Cali, it's the throw slasher,
lyrical y-dasher, the bible passer, quick to blasher, with my of tech-
rhyme sprayin' bullets the top of the mime cause I'm the lyrical,
miracal, spiritual teacher, Nicaragua street preacher, out to reach you.
Group of thugs who call the X-Generation, through penetration of lyrical
bullets of salvation, so bring the and toughest demons be screamin'
wanna dumpin' and jumpin' demons like a gang initiation. Huh, who wanna
mess with the craziest of em' all demons bringin' all and bang your head
a teatherball, ain't none a y'all finned to stop me, watch me gospel
till' the day the casket drop, wa-la. right, 1997, the Demon Executor
up in this peace, I'm 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 you once I be the demon head choppa, the casket droppa, the glak-cocka,
the Mr. Ready to hit em' up like 2-Paca. The 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 whole clan with Mac Town, switchblades and held
in both hands. Yes, I am- deciphorus, ludious, craziest, demon within'
the California mile radius. Chick, Chick, glak-cock, ready to drop,
demons anywhere I don't 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' lyrics like a quarter in the air call it or
tails, the hood up to no good. It's the demon body chocka, the mike-
stocka, the Mr. Put you in to throw you off a bridge droppa. I be the
man puffin' on the booda, I'm the Texas chainsaw havin' demon 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' straight out of Frisco with and Niner Gear head to toe,
oh, you didn't know? I be the neck choker, the devil smoker, the Mr.
Demon Columbian Neck Tie get provoka. Repepermmeniti I'm ready to jack
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 sweatin' it, wettin it' cause O.R.C. comin' out with the
mafeeoso style you believe. Till the day I die, I'm throwin' up Jesus
Christ, demon fo life! That right! No, for real though, how you
gonna stuff the bone? I got back partner!
then
by T-Bone
Submitted by Nick ([email protected])