Jedi Mind Tricks - Carnival of Souls (Feat. Demoz)

I'm the ape in the cage getting more amazing with age AKs and grenades, matter fact I slay them with blades They blatantly gays, f***s in berets in parades And see my team is unbeatable, the stadium stage I'm basically crazed, walking circles pacing for days I'm basically dazed and lost inside a Satanist maze You face the brigade, I hate you and I pray you get AIDS I go hard on hard beats, y'all too lazy to shave Too lazy to bathe and so y'all hate on the god I'm sick of y'all eating off the same plate as the god Y'all could never build or even conversate with the god You shooting guns off, I would bomb a nation for God (I'm a suicide bomber) y'all don't want no confrontation with God Y'all are swine-eaters, that's abomination to God So put some faith into God The objective is to conquer fucking Satan with God [Chorus] I think we got a problem, take me out this fucking column See all these phony actors, I don't like these phony rappers F**k all the story telling, I don't like these phony fables You n***s sound like cable, f**k you and your fucking label I think we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a fucking problem Maserati I'm a problem, Jus Allah's a fucking problem Criticism from critics but we don't fucking care All we hear is the drum beat and a fucking snare All I got is too much hate, not enough love Too many plates, not enough grub too many snakes in the grass I gotta kill one cause the gun ain't got enough slugs Body under the belt, not enough blood Shotty under the shelf, not enough slugs Yous a bitch you ain't gon do s**t suck a dick Cause I been had your bitch in the lobby on drugs I ain't no plug, I ain't no snitch I ain't no blood, I ain't no crip Motherfuckin hood where I be everyday You don't like me come see me n***a I ain't no bitch Far from the last man damn man You could be the man what they said So I focused on the damn plan Face straight like adjusting a handstand Used to be shy now I'm focused like a hand can Demoz say hello to the sand man Gun pop, good god where your man layin See that bitch right there with the damn tan Couple shots put the bitch in the damn van Take her home put her in the zone Dick like an L she gon put it to the dome Wack DVDs all these n***s in the streets Showing n***s where they live and their fridge and their chrome chrome N***a please, do you really think I'm gonna show a m***g n***a Where I live at Jeopardize where my wife and my kids at Come home find my young boy kidnapped N***a hit that L that you had cause you motherfuckin crazy if you think I Will Pistol Gang to the day I hang When I see my death I'm gonna keep it real You should make peace before we pull the peacemakers I don't want the streets waking up the sleeping neighbours I don't want police pacing up the streets later But the killing has me feeling like a teenager Sign your soul over, here's a blank piece of paper I'll fill in the details, you can read it later We should keep in contact, I may need a favour It's not breach in contract, no releasing waivers It's slavery and cheap labour, it's a decent bargain It's monopoly, I'm landing on free parking It's blood out here gotta keep my teeth sharpened Gotta keep cream, gotta keep a green garden You doing everything you can just to keep from starving I'm Rastafarian and partying, usually with more than one darling It's disheartening, bitches know I ain't Romeo or Prince Charming