T-Bone lyrics
T-Bone lyrics
"Demon Executor Lyrics"
Everything She Wants (Remix) Lyrics
Somebody told me Boy everything she wants Is everything she sees I guess I must have loved you Because I said you were the perfect girl for me, baby And now we're six months older And everything you want And everything you see Is out of reach, not good enough I don't know what the hell you want from me, oh chorus:
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, 19
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
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
execut
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)
Somebody told me Boy everything she wants Is everything she sees I guess I must have loved you Because I said you were the perfect girl for me, baby And now we're six months older And everything you want And everything you see Is out of reach, not good enough I don't know what the hell you want from me, oh chorus:
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, 19
Sarcofagia Lyrics
Fu nefasta e temibile l?et? del tempo Di profonda e irrimediabilepovert? Quando ancora non si distingueva l?aurora dal tramonto Quando l?aria della prima origine mischiata a torbida E instabile umidit? al fuoco ed alla furia dei venti Celava il cielo e gli astri Come pu? la vista sopportare l?uccisione di esseri Che vengono sgozzati e fatti a pez
97, the Demon ExecutorFu nefasta e temibile l?et? del tempo Di profonda e irrimediabilepovert? Quando ancora non si distingueva l?aurora dal tramonto Quando l?aria della prima origine mischiata a torbida E instabile umidit? al fuoco ed alla furia dei venti Celava il cielo e gli astri Come pu? la vista sopportare l?uccisione di esseri Che vengono sgozzati e fatti a pez
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
Kissing My Kate Merry Hae I Been Lyrics
Kissing my Kate (Merry hae I been...) (Robert Burns) O, merry hae I been teethin a heckle An merry hae I been shapin a spoon! O, merry hae I been cloutin a kettle, An kissin my Katie when a' was done! O, a' the lang day I ca' at my hammer, An a' the lang day I whistle and sing! O, a' the lang night I
rop, dropKissing my Kate (Merry hae I been...) (Robert Burns) O, merry hae I been teethin a heckle An merry hae I been shapin a spoon! O, merry hae I been cloutin a kettle, An kissin my Katie when a' was done! O, a' the lang day I ca' at my hammer, An a' the lang day I whistle and sing! O, a' the lang night I
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
execut
Latyrx Lyrics
*this is gonna be a little bit more menacingcheck it outcheck it out you knowits cool if fools is on the vibebut when they're not you know what I'm saying... I mean Imagine Lateef Squaring off against MC Who Gives a Fuck And just give him the buck So he can pass it type flow Kind of passing no skills to speak of Nor command
r comin' straight out of Frisco with Giants and Niner Gear head to toe,*this is gonna be a little bit more menacingcheck it outcheck it out you knowits cool if fools is on the vibebut when they're not you know what I'm saying... I mean Imagine Lateef Squaring off against MC Who Gives a Fuck And just give him the buck So he can pass it type flow Kind of passing no skills to speak of Nor command
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)