T-bone
Demon Executor
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 lyrical
bullets of salvation, so bring the roughest and toughest demons be screamin`
wanna start 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 like
a teatherball, ain`t none a y`all finned to stop me, watch me gospel hip-hop
till` the day the casket drop, wa-la. That`s right, 1997, the Demon Executor
up in this peace, I`m gonna kill all y`all demons!
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 executor
hittin` the switch tonight.
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, the
demon 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 held
in both hands. Yes, I am- deciphorus, ludious, craziest, demon killer within`
the California mile radius. Chick, Chick, glak-cock, ready to drop, drop
demons anywhere I don`t care pistols in the air, ready to flare. I ain`t in
to set trippin, blood crippin, instead I`m in to mormanistic-satanic bible
rippin` lyrically flippin` lyrics like a quarter in the air call it heads or
tails, 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 the
man 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`s
up dawg!
Like Boyz 2 Men, I got demons on bended knee, beg n` plea. `Cause I kill more
demons than Carmen got a whole bunch of them dumb- dodell peas. I`m the demon
executor 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 these
demons, 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. Who
wanna be sweatin` it, wettin it` cause O.R.C. comin` out with the lyrical
mafeeoso 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 you
gonna stuff the bone? I got your back partner!
Demon Executor
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 lyrical
bullets of salvation, so bring the roughest and toughest demons be screamin`
wanna start 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 like
a teatherball, ain`t none a y`all finned to stop me, watch me gospel hip-hop
till` the day the casket drop, wa-la. That`s right, 1997, the Demon Executor
up in this peace, I`m gonna kill all y`all demons!
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 executor
hittin` the switch tonight.
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, the
demon 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 held
in both hands. Yes, I am- deciphorus, ludious, craziest, demon killer within`
the California mile radius. Chick, Chick, glak-cock, ready to drop, drop
demons anywhere I don`t care pistols in the air, ready to flare. I ain`t in
to set trippin, blood crippin, instead I`m in to mormanistic-satanic bible
rippin` lyrically flippin` lyrics like a quarter in the air call it heads or
tails, 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 the
man 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`s
up dawg!
Like Boyz 2 Men, I got demons on bended knee, beg n` plea. `Cause I kill more
demons than Carmen got a whole bunch of them dumb- dodell peas. I`m the demon
executor 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 these
demons, 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. Who
wanna be sweatin` it, wettin it` cause O.R.C. comin` out with the lyrical
mafeeoso 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 you
gonna stuff the bone? I got your back partner!