Текст песни Jedi Mind Tricks - When Crows Descend Upon You (Feat. Demoz)

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[Verse 1:] I'm just evil biologically, listen to y'all that make a mockery Anton LaVey is like a god to me I am not possibly associated with your democracy Gary is like a shah to me, go to war logically I conduct self Nostradamusly, I am Ibrahim's last prophecy Earth is my property, I am possessed like I'm an apostrophe Vinny Appice is like a star to me Paz swears silently, cut your fucking head like a lobotomy Rape the fucking beat like sodomy Nietzsche and philosophy, I am a vampire, I'm proud to be I cannot be seen in your photography Vinnie an anomaly, I am not a part of God's colony Three inches of blood on my carpeting making things hard for me My own family won't talk to me, I have to pray to Allah constantly honestly [Chorus:] I'm having nervous dreams, nigga this a murder scene Yellow tape around the booth, no one heard em scream He don't deserve to dream, nigga this a murder scene Yellow tape around the booth, I'm having nervous dreams I let my pistol bang, the Official Pistol Gang So what's the issue man? I can make a tissue hang I'm having nervous dreams, nigga this a murder scene Yellow tape wrapped around the booth, nobody heard em scream [Verse 2:] Underground like dirt and the oil Earth and the soil, I burn like boil Destroy rappers, King Kong massacre Bullets ricochet playing ping pong passengers Won't make it, the real won't fake it If something don't belong to you then don't take it A naked eye can look loyal but don't trust em That's why I chill with women, fuck em but don't cuff em Cheat and won't treat em, beat em and won't eat em Leave em and won't feed em Believe me a cold demon, I am but I won't leave em Until that we both even Until she catch me fucking a 20 year old freaking On top of the fucking bed we make love and both sleeping Now that's the hundredth time she caught me with hoes cheating I think I got a problem with being faithful It's not that I ain't grateful, it's just something about me so hateful [Chorus:] I'm having nervous dreams, nigga this a murder scene Yellow tape around the booth, no one heard em scream He don't deserve to dream, nigga this a murder scene Yellow tape around the booth, I'm having nervous dreams I let my pistol bang, the Official Pistol Gang So what's the issue man? I can make a tissue hang I'm having nervous dreams, nigga this a murder scene Yellow tape wrapped around the booth, nobody heard em scream [Verse 3:] I'm strutting with the black mask, can't pass on the cash Relax on the grass, can't slack on the slash There's no rest, there's no 2 and a half hour crash I'm all about the cash, outwit and outlast In mass covered in black from gun powder blast Can care less if you wear a flag or a badge I'm trying to have mattresses of cash I'm trying to have the bachelor pad built up with packages and bags No matter how many bodies amass in the trash I stay on the move, bad news travels fast I stay with the smoking weapon and no discretion It's a gross obsession, I keep it close under low detection Don't provoke me and don't ask any loaded questions I don't go for one soul, I want the whole collection Send you on that long road to perfection Murder all the men I swore an oath of protection

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