Comin' out the dirty bay area, northern Cali, it's the demon throw slasher,lyrical y-dasher, the bible passer, quick to blasher, with my load of tech-rhyme sprayin' bullets from the top of the mime cause I'm the lyrical,miracal, spiritual teacher, Nicaragua street preacher, who's out to reach you.
Group of thugs who some call the X-
Generation, through penetration of lyricalbullets of salvation, so bring the roughest and toughest demons be screamin'wanna start dumpin' and jumpin' demons like a gang initiation. Huh, who wannamess with the craziest of em' all demons bringin' all and bang your head likea teatherball, ain't none a y'all finned to stop me, watch me gospel hip-hoptill' the day the casket drop, wa-la. That's right, 1997, the Demon Executorup in this peace, I'm gonna kill all y'all demons!
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Throw yo' hands way up in the air, that's the sound of the electric chair,that's the sound of demons screamin' fo their life and I'm the demon executorhittin' the switch tonight.
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Repeat>I told 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 demon body bag zipper-upper, thedemon bucker, the one who got demons and beans on his plate for supper. I bethe nuttiest one in the whole clan with Mac Town, switchblades and bibles heldin both hands. Yes, I am- deciphorus, ludious, craziest, demon killer within'the California mile radius. Chick, Chick, glak-cock, ready to drop, dropdemons anywhere I don't care pistols in the air, ready to flare. I ain't into set trippin, blood crippin, instead I'm in to mormanistic-satanic biblerippin' lyrically flippin' lyrics like a quarter in the air call it heads ortails, from the hood up to no good. It's the demon body chocka, the mike-stocka, the Mr. Put you in cement to throw you off a bridge droppa. I be theman never 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 show em' what'sup dawg!
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Like Boyz 2 Men, I got demons on bended knee, beg n' plea. '
Cause I kill moredemons than Carmen got a whole bunch of them dumb- dodell peas. I'm the demonexecutor 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 devil smoker, the Mr.
Demon Columbian Neck Tie get provoka. Repepermmeniti I'm ready to jack thesedemons, they 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 like Mr. 2-
Pac Shikur. Whowanna be sweatin' it, wettin it' cause O.R.C. comin' out with the lyricalmafeeoso style you can't believe. Till the day I die, I'm throwin' up Jesus
Christ, demon executor fo life! That right! No, for real though, how yougonna stuff the bone? I got your back partner!
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Lyrics by T-
Bone
Submitted by Nick Woodrum (nickshaq@aol.com)
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