Demon Executor by T-Bone


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Tha Hoodlum's Testimony by T-Bone

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Demon Executor
by T-Bone

Album: Tha Hoodlum's Testimony


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!


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