Demon Executor lyrics

Artist  : T-bone 
Song : Demon Executor



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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!

 

 Chorus-

 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!

 

  then dialogue

 Lyrics by T-Bone

 Submitted by Nick Woodrum (nickshaq@aol.com)