[T-Bone] Cause Ima straight up pyscho sick in the head Lynchin them demons wit a bat Cause them Christians understand I be that straight up pyscho Lynchin them demons wit a bat, rat ta tat tat Goes my gat, when I be pushin up on that trigger that be on my steel And thats for real, I be knockin them demons out like Holyfield Well buck buck buck, yea them demons be gettin struck Cause a demon tried to do my wrong He's lyin to me tryin to tell me that Jesus didn't love and He wasnt real So I stole up on his grizill I got up on my knees and startin lynchin that demon wit a spiritual prayer Just like in the rugged rhyme sayer *mixing sounds* Demons try to step they get struck on the dome Or grill so chill before I get bucked wild Cause Ima straight up pyscho kinda like Micheal Myers, I'm eatin up the devil like Dryer's ice cream If you know what I mean And I got a bald head just like Mr. Clean Cause I'm clean from the sin Got the Holy Ghost within My soul, so I won Cause the blood of the Son Was shed and red so that we can be forgiven Now I be slayin them sucka demons like a turkey on Thanksgiving Word is bomb, I broke the devil's arm So ring the alarm, I conquered demons just like Babalon Conquered Judah, I don't praise buddah, don't smoke that huddah And like Das Effects I'm comin straight from the sewer Who knewa, stuff that I had last year wit no fear I step up to that demon and I beat him down Wit a rugged sound comin straight from the underground Demons dry to strike, I peel their cap
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[T-Bone] Its like that when I got my strap So whats it to ya, boo ya Another demon got blasted And now its time to get drastic Like Jurrasic Park, demons try to creep in the dark But what they don't know is that I be waitin around the corner Wit my heater, down to beat a A demon til he's screamin and afraid Demons can't fade cause I got my King James switch blade In my hand, jaded that be B I B L E The Basic Instructions Before Leavin this planet And like Janet, Jackson God is in control So act like ya know That I be that knick knack paddy wack Pyscho dog T-Bone, buckin demons upside the dome Wit the chrome, cause I'm that lunatic from Frisco And I'm still down wit E-Dog and Bisco So loud up the clip and spray I smoke demons and leavin em in an ash tray Cause I'm that brother that really don't care Got no hair, go ahead and dare Me to put in work, those demons are hurt I'm be doin dirt, cause when it comes to demons I'm steamin So I'm down to catch a body if the body be the devil's Wit the bass and treble, yo I'm takin it to a higher level Mutalatin demons when I'm on the mic I'll Then shoot em wit my riffle Cause Ima
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[T-Bone] I don't know how to act, cause I'm goin insane in the brain This is one lunatic that they can't maintain Cause Ima pyschopathic latin causin racket Demons couldnt calm me wit a straight jacket Packin the Bible every single day of my life Cause 1 2 3, the devils' after T Bone on the micra-phone Everyday, so I pray pray pray Til my hair turns grey I turn away from sin and chose a path thats narrow Duckin and dodgin the devil's arrows That he be throwin in my direction Put my protection is in Jesus Christ So I do not need a gang or a crew So whacha gonna do Cause the devils' after you Patna, yeah
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