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.

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
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.

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
Conversion Verse 1 I m ready to make a murder scene happen pimp slapping demons and packing unload clips reloa...
True 2 Life Playas Verse 1 Kinda life tha mafia if you ask me who s that All of them ridas from ORC wh...
Getcha Hands Up Verse 1 From my days of a juvenile raised in church but lived thug style back in tha days...
Wipe Your Tears Verse 1 I know this world got ya feeling down bound by the problems and troubles of life ...
Turn This Up Hook Turn this up in ya truck or tha jeep wit tha beat if ya know I got heat them bump it bump ...
Ride Wit Me Verse 1 Who s this rapper trying to step to me talking bout you aint really about that ministry c...
Friends Verse 1 Who can express what a playa feel so much gratitude inside of me for my patnas that done kept it ...
Let s break it out all of this black on black brown on brown in every town because I m sick of seeing m...
Street Life Verse 1 A yo picture me rollin like pac in a drop gold double R woman champagne weed cigars and c...
Dialogue Damn Lord Just got so much hurt n pain inside me you know what I m sayin People think just cause I ...
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