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(Prozak)
All of my life I been a victim of this corporation Devestation across this nation filled with comtemplation And now I'm manic depressed paranoid and obsessed Compulsive I am afraid so I will buy impulsive A perfect puppet of political propaganda Prozak is droppin bombs like the Cuban Missile Crisis havana The sattelite systems attractin the voices barcode GPS and the radiation from your cellphone Demon clones chromosomes and yet we all condone Mass production equals depletion of the ozone Consumerism causin death to organisms Mainly human and animal the war machine is cannibal Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the lord my soul to take And now we're running out of time We must be out our f**king minds This country's built on corporate lies How many soldiers had to die die die die die(2x) (Prozak) Military intelligence 2 words combined that can't make sense JFK's brains blown through the future present and past tense Everyone with an accent be on the FBI's hit list Homeland security an excuse to rule with an irony fist Like Joseph Stalin economy collapsin bodies fallin Terrorist threats being called in United Nation whos all in Seek and destory a nation leaving mental scars and abrations For the purpose of self props and televised standing ovations More monsters ovulating designed to justify the craving Society salavating while the M16's are penetrating The end result of this life concludes that we will all soon die Radiation and flames mushroom clouds in the sky I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of Consumerism and to the republic for which it stands one nation indivisibble with liberty and justice for all And now we're running out of time We must be out our f**king minds This country's built on corporate lies How many soldiers had to die die die die die(2x). (Mike E. Clark) You wanna fight bitch then that's just what the f**k we'll do Like the shit you hearin bitch we'll turn you black and blue We on that other now I thought you f**kin knew that We're hear to stay bitch nah we aint comin whack We got the power now the soldiers on the other side The tables turned now bitch you want a f**kin ride Get in my face with the stupid shit you must be high I'm tired of lookin at ya now it's time for you to die And now we're running out of time We must be out our f**king minds This country's built on corporate lies How many soldiers had to die die die die die(4x) |
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All your troubles and all you do
All the evil you put out comes back to you (Prozak) It's just another day for me I'm askin ya'll to pray for me My life is wounded fatally you might as well just say to me you hated me And I can comprehend and understand it That I was the most f**ked up and selfish person on the planet And granted I know I can't go travel back in time Never the less explain my suicide through wicked rhymes Living this life through many different phases as it takes me And it's my own demise and through my eyes I let it break me And my salvation lies apon the bottom of a bottle Drugs and alcohol flow through my system full throttle Let me tell you something about this life that you don't cherish You only live it once and through them hands you let it perish This life is self inflicted Self inflicted this life is self inflicted self inflicted All your troubles and all you do All the evil you put out comes back to you Theres no forgiveness can't take your soul The hell you made is your life and it carries on All your troubles and all you do All the evil you put out comes back to you (Prozak) With all this pain in life I'm going through What the f**k you gonna do when this fate decides to come back on you You realize your life has been self inflicted From the pain that you livin until the end of your visit on this earth For what it's worth when your life don't mean shit And all them lies that you tellin it's a bottomless pit You hate yourself for those things in life you never made right And all those people that you cheated in the midst of the night Right from wrong you made a difference had your chance and then blew it You took everything you could from everybody and abused it Certain situations in life you never forget And on your tombstone the only thing it'll read is regret Self inflicted this life is self inflicted self inflicted All your troubles and all you do All the evil you put out comes back to you Theres no forgiveness can't take your soul The hell you made is your life and it carries on All your troubles and all you do All the evil you put out comes back to you (Prozak) Why's everybody always seeing that sad song Afraid to be themselves in this life afraid to hold on To what they know as they self made reality So we pushin even further to the edge of insanity And that baggage that you carry with ya and now it's time And the demons they will come to get ya You feel it split you in half You feel the wrath like a ghost from the past The wrong path you collapsed from the shock of the aftermath And all the time you wasted and now it's time to face it You're full of panic anxiety and eternal hatred It's kinda funny bout this life that we live And terror remains positive and actions stay negative All your troubles and all you do All the evil you put out comes back to you Theres no forgiveness can't take your soul The hell you made is your life and it carries on All your troubles and all you do All the evil you put out comes back to you |
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| 3:50 |
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Tech N9ne Prozak King Gordy Acess Denied
(Prozak) All of my life I been denied 7 days attempted suicide Remained alive isolated trapped in my mind Confined in prisons by visions of multiple killings I tried to fit in different cliqs preps jocks starter chicks So what the f**k I'm tryin to find a place to call my home 9th grade trial by jury only 16 years old Found not guilty back in '93 victim of society Hatred and mass murder thoughts inside of me My mind explodes into a paradox of pain It's all insane with player haters speakin my name in vein Underground rap game king 9 millimeter brains Fling cover your mouth and your thing From Detroit to KC f**k the industry Because they hate me you wanna be but you can't be me Wicked is how I'm depicted arrested but never convicted Prozak, King Gordy, Tecca Ninna Self Inflicted ACCESS DENIED(4x) (Tech N9ne) I don't make my music for no mother f**king whites I don't make my music for no mother f**king blacks To keep Ninna's product steady runnin off the shelf I make my music for my mother f**king self F**k the industry with dicks stuffed with Hennesy And 151 with a torch on the tip and then bust on the enemy Positive imagery you cannot change me You got that hate I'll take that beat and flip it strangely The major labels did not know what to do with me You knew I was crazy if you went to school with me Created a king kong becaus I sing songs Got hoes and labels swingin on ding dongs World wide respected Devil Boy said we aint kissing no mother f**kin ass to be accepted That's what I'm talking bout rap is revived You're trying to get inside Access Denied ACCESS DENIED(6x) (King Gordy) How many times must you die just to live? Suicide's on your mind so you kill Your whole life trying to find something real Your whole life is confined tight and sealed Would you lie to me Christ 'cause you will? By his mind put you right where I live Eternal nights the lights are in hell Soldiers eyes were all blinded by shells You are spineless can't fight your own fears Time is nice you are dying in years Why am I crucified by my peers? As a child trying to hide my own tears But keep my pride despite how I feel With the knife deep inside it's a thrill Gordy, Prozak, and Tech N9ne is so ill You tried to die Access Denied please try again ACCESS DENIED(6x) |
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| 3:20 |
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And let the, and let the games begin DAYTON FAMILY 2004. From the mother f**kin
Dayton Family. And that nigga Prozak. (Shoestring) Murder is my hobby aint nuthin more sloppy You f**kin with us then we'll be baggin up your body The hand that rocked the cradle will stab a nigga fatal I bust a shot and left a nigga in the table Chase you through the castle I'll hang you like a lasso Whip out the guage on his ass I don't ask no Bodies they be fallin killas they be brawlin Niggas comin big I'm choppin em down til they crawli Put you in a body bag hit you with the 44 mag I'll search you out and watch a mother f**ker choke and gag What the f**k you thought this was nigga I aint gotta lie Whoever cross Shoestring and Prozak them bitches die Niggas know we gutted out all them hoes we runnin out They tried to hide but them bitches they get hunted out Aint nobody runnin up bodies steady turnin up And those snitches from your hood they was burnin up Body bag f**k all you bitches you all die For f**kin with that gangsta when he high You'll be leavin in a body bag Dayton Ave Gorillas Murder for skrilla f**k any nigga Bring that bitch a Body bag when I come I bring terror Runny mascara f**k em all it's our era Get a body bag don't cross us or die slow I'll put those niggas from your hood in a body bag (Prozak) You better believe that shit is wicked and self inflicted 45 automatic to your dome and now you uplifted I got the glocks cocked and Bootleg got the buckshot And Shoestring with the 12 guage put your ass in the grave plot With blood clots and gun shots the church bells be ringin I'm out of my mind I'm out of control and my head just keeps spinning I know I'll pay someday but f**k it anyway I'm homicidal and my thoughts be full of disaray I'm takin it to another level of midwest style We drinkin the redruM while ya'll be sippin crystal Prevented how mother f**kers out there be dissin I stare at my reflection and the pool of blood glistens So listen close to the words that I prophesize A victim of genocide killed off in a killas eyes It's Prozak and The DTF bitch you mad at me? Whats on my mind is a mother f**kin tootin spree Body bag f**k all you bitches you all die For f**kin with that gangsta when he high You'll be leavin in a body bag Dayton Ave Gorillas Murder for skrilla f**k any nigga Bring that bitch a Body bag when I come I bring terror Runny mascara f**k em all it's our era Get a body bag don't cross us or die slow I'll put those niggas from your hood in a body bag (Bootleg) Mother f**k the gimmick I get mine how I live it Once I get it I cut through the middle like Emmit I'm in it to win it never drop the ball in the scrimage Denis the menace set the wall on fire when I finish Too late for repentance facin this natural life sentance Murder 1 for bustin at bitches with my handgun Jack told me bust back and ask questions later Thats why I'm hardly f**kin with it out the Navigator Since I was 14 years old I been out of control The rental smash them bitches into telephone polls And I'm a natural born ghetto boy refusin to pump F**k school f**k curfew f**k homework I'm out my mind and I stay high until the sun go down Homicide to suicide they make the world go round So ask your mother f**kin Mammy did I hurt her What's on my mind it's a mother f**kin murder nigga Body bag f**k all you bitches you all die For f**kin with that gangsta when he high You'll be leavin in a body bag Dayton Ave Gorillas Murder for skrilla f**k any nigga Bring that bitch a Body bag when I come I bring terror Runny mascara f**k em all it's our era Get a body bag don't cross us or die slow I'll put those niggas from your hood in a body bag |
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I might as well share the rest of the bad news with you
(Prozak) In my dreams I got visions of dead bodies decomposin Chokin from the smoke from the blast of the explosives Plastic detonations all my dreams are dramatic From the womb to the casket my mental thoughts are eratic A 9mm shot will send your ass to hell Rigamortis in the church while they ringin the bell PDM in this bitch on top of the game Wannabes tryin to be dissin all they claim to fame It's all the same in the wicked shit but aint nobody wicked Bitches sellin out like a Superbowl ticket Mother f**kers rise it's time for a new era Player hatin faggots got you runnin like Mascara I look into my eyes and see my brain is dead Cocaine drains from my nose my t-shirt stained with red I take more caps and stems and think that I can fly I take more pills in hopes that one day I will die (Prozak) Will I ever break up out of these chains Of this life of this world of the pain I maintain And every mother f**ker walkin on this earth cannot be trusted Demons are screamin as bullets get busted See so many things in my mind envision homicide Crimes from different times pathological lies Mankind's ties to the dark and mysterious The wicked shit for life my friend is very serious The streets are listenin Better watch your back from those dissin decisions Watch what you say The vengeance of bullets will hit you some day Watch where you go Don't be caught slippin at places you don't know Everyone dies Hell's flames ignite when you're dead close your eyes I look into my eyes and see my brain is dead Cocaine drains from my nose my t-shirt stained with red I take more caps and stems and think that I can fly I take more pills in hopes that one day I will die Yea Project Deadman bitch Prozak MEC mother f**ker Self inflicted yea representin wicked shit for life yea. We invented this shit I thought you knew? 2000 and forever f**kers. |
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| 2:38 |
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(Prozak)
Just relax and let it go Let your heart beat fade away to the sounds of my syllables Incredible how immeasurable death is innevitable Mind body and soul inseperable Until the valley of the shadow of death Your last request is the pain of health smoke it through your last breath Judgement day from all those things in the past We told you life was self inflicted how long you thought it would last? Huh now the demon's screamin out your name Walkin parallel the universe is in the rain It's a shame that it's come to this listen to the snake hiss Try my friend but you can't run from this Heaven or hell's flames or purgatory You're at the crossroads now what's your story Nevermind man that's none of my business This is between you and death with life as your witness (Prozak) So what becomes of what becomes us Witness the dark shadows walk amongst us while the darkness still corrupts us Pain and anguish and dispair The flames of hell will flicker in the eyes of the demon as he takes you there Torture's like the rain through the tunnel The ground crunches with bones as blood drips in puddles It's kind of subtle how death embalms you And cardiac arrest will calm you as the cemetary calls for you Back on earth your body's laid apon this metal table The spirit watches from above time to end the fable Embalming fluid is your life's blood A box made from wood you would cry if you could But you can't now stiff with rigamortis aint no comin back now Time stopped to put you back down Another journey through the darkness of the shadows Another body on the pile prepare for battle |
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Yea it's goin down for real now it's your boy Breed and Prozak yea and get a
blade This pain is going on inside me so what you know about us? (2x) (MC Breed) There's seven steps to my attic follow me in Behind it keep it simple like a violin Fall in the pit and then you try again Try again for thinkin your shit can win 'cause you a star livin in the monetary art Of 10 white uniforms break your jaw Got you twisted we had a real king but missed it With all these trigga happy niggas actin like bitches I'm sick it got me fed up with shit That's on the real you suckin on my skill like a dick I hate your family and you can't damage me You know what I listen to your rap style and no what No blow up and show no real potential You but a better with instrumental Now with this let us redefine this word bitch 'cause all these bitches I know they got dicks Bitches aint shit the scripts been flipped tonight (Ya'll bitches aint Shit!) (4x) (Prozak) We flip the script and bustin shots Bustin clips and bustin glocks Bodies broken and fallin from brawlin Niggas crawlin Revenge and retaliation mass murder extermination You're fightin in your future this 12 guage you're facin I'm thinkin about the fact my mind is gone Body battle plans like the Pentagon rockin it til the break of dawn I'm knockin mother f**kers down like the twin towers Me and Bootleg and Breed causin death showers Still venemous with the flow Prozak's about to blow Cock the hammer back let it go get my dick sucked at the show Enemies all engulfed in flames shotgun cocks when I blow your brains Now I'm one will inflict the pain when I diss I say no names Bitches aint shit the scripts been flipped tonight (Ya'll bitches aint Shit!) (4x) (Bootleg) I know that you jealous of me and my fellas you traitors Bootleg's the storm that was born to crush all of you haters So no hesitatin we eliminatin on Dayton Follow my path in shadows and blood like Satan 1992 when we were screamin f**k cops Summertime we on the grind what's on my mind just dropped All I need is 1 mic 2 dykes 3 drinks and more Don't hate me bitch I done said that before Gettin tired opf the hokey doke Disrespect me in anyway I'll bust at your mama while she at kareoke Cross Prozak once and you'll die twice F**kin let me whipe my ass with your life 'cause bitch you aint shit Bitches aint shit the scripts been flipped tonight (Ya'll bitches aint Shit!) (4x) Bitches aint shit(4x) |
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PDM Project Deadman Prozak King Gordy MEC
(Prozak) I sit alone and try to remember why it's obituaries Diggin up 5 dead bodies so I can play twister and pictionary Kindy scary how I stay stationary in this monestary You think it's depressing in the cemetary but it's quite the contrary Kind of morbid livin in this f**ked up world that we call hell But will somebody please just tell me what the f**k is that smell Oh it's our own souls decaying the result of our wicked ways Like eatin a bowl of thumbtacs with a side of razorblades Oh no my hands are bleeding a side effect of stigmata Terrorists crash into buildings and they claimin it's for Allah But I holler at your religion Muslim Hebrew or Christian Havin visions and preminitions of mankinds crucifictions The body of christ compells you 'cause you do what the devil tells you Drugs and alcohol excell you like a dirty pimp that sells you But I'm not here to condemn you criticize or offend These are the prophecies of Project Deadman here to tell you No rest for the angels no rest for the demons No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my head(2x) (King Gordy) I hold there for shock obsorbance when I rock the orbit For what it's worth I am not normal I am dark and morbid Escape from hell the devil's trackin me down He wears all black with a crown with shocks and horns he gotta be found Slip through the cracks in the ground Died but I'm back as a baby from Iraq Who learned first to live Allah decide what truth is I'm a soldier pack through deserts walkin through deserts You're down with the presence of a ghost lost in the present Cursed to lurk the earth desolate hurts but then again Many havn't experienced the pleasure of pain I pity you you're pitiful perish in flames The rap version of Kurt Cobain It's an honor when Manson let's me watch him snort cocaine Life of a rockstar of fortune and fame Until we blow out our brains hahahahahaha No rest for the angels no rest for the demons No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my head(6x) NO REST FOR THE WICKED(2x) |
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I know if you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it's yours.
Chances are it wont come back to you. And if it does, do yourself a favor and let it go yourself Poison that's what you are to me Yea I said poison This prison is a blessing I don't wanna be free Why sould I have to pay 'cause you don't like the way I am today (Prozak) I know it's f**ked up how I treat ya tellin your mom I used to beat ya Mistreat ya and how I used to leave ya Alone home by the phone crying in pain Stuttering and flinching every time you have to speak my name Pamphlets about domestic violence And how you lived this life of pain and misery and anguish and silence It seems I can't explain my actions and in my absence You have to see your family's horrified reactions 'cause uh I know they'd lock me up if they could Makin excuses for me like a trooper girl just like you should Shattered dreams and expectations Starin out the window with teary eyes a broken will and lacerations Poison that's what you are to me Yea I said poison This prison is a blessing I don't wanna be free Why sould I have to pay 'cause you don't like the way I am today (Prozak) When we first got together you said that you respected me Known about my f**ked up childhood but you still accepted me We took it to that level but sometimes I swear it's like I'm obsessed with the devil And these differences that cannot be settled Everytime we f**k it's out of spite and hatred Lookin at me like you wish you could kill me that bond is sacred See I was f**ked from the get go raised like a pit bull Mental abuse pain and anguish things I can't let go All I can do in this life is bring you down Things were much better for you until the day I came around F**k it I can't take this pain no more Pistol in my mouth dead body on the floor |
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PDM See the difference between us and them is we keep it underground and wicked.
Something ya'll don't know nuthin about. All these groups I hear claming underground. How much you pay that f**kin DJ to spin that? MTV to play that? That freestyle, how much for that? Hahahaa (Prozak) Goin insane my brain refrains from the pain of being lame Ya'll should be a monopoly and not f**k with this rap game It's a shame this industry's standards got ya'll tainted But you're paraded and playded got you devastated and hated So f**k it so sick of the mainstreams and fantasy pipe dreams I'm sick of drama queens don't follow me or I'll let these demons outta me With a vengeance it's a wicked evil presence Now wanna pretend this aint real like Vacil Prozak's ill I'm talkin bout NyQuil don't wana drive? Well I will Strait to hell all because you have to do what thou will But I am not concerned I hope this lesson's learned Sit on the edge of the industry dog and watch it burn It's Project Deadman comin from the underground Wicked is how we kick it arrested but never convicted Your time has come this shit is goin down Your whole life trying to find something real We're Project Deadman and we're bringin that sound We're from the murder glove bitch we got issues We got the wicked shit we'll never let it down Project Deadman more underground the hell Project PDM Deadman Project PDM Deadman Project PDM Deadman More underground PDM then mother f**kin hell (Prozak) I'm droppin 16 bars leave you with metal scars Crazy and ran that speaks on rap beats with rock guitars Bizzare and yet ridiculous it's so maticulous So sick with this we meditated my crimes aint victimless F**k how you feel f**k keepin it real F**k the mass appeal And f**k the same old shit and f**k your record deal Many have tried but failed now watch their bodies fail It's Project Deadman more underground then f**kin hell It's Project Deadman comin from the underground Wicked is how we kick it arrested but never convicted Your time has come this shit is goin down Your whole life trying to find something real We're Project Deadman and we're bringin that sound We're fromt he murder glove bitch we got issues We got the wicked shit we'll never let it down Project Deadman more underground the hell You tryin to get inside? Access denied You'll be leavin in a you'll be leavin in a body bag You tryin to get inside? Access denied I am the Deadman walking Project Deadman. Our pledge to the undergorund is wicked even though life is self inflicted. And that f**kin beat is how we ripped it. Also deadly to the underground committed It's Project Deadman comin from the underground Wicked is how we kick it arrested but never convicted Your time has come this shit is goin down Your whole life trying to find something real We're Project Deadman and we're bringin that sound We're fromt he murder glove bitch we got issues We got the wicked shit we'll never let it down Project Deadman more underground the hell |
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They say that when there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.
This is the Day of the Dead Nuthin to fear but fear itself on the day of the dead They say there's no rest for the wicked it's the day of the dead They say that life is self inflicted on the day of the dead The devil disguised himself as God it's the day of the dead (Prozak) They slowly change we walk the earth in search of happiness Eternal bliss coincides with peace on earth and no conflicts Think about this life that you call hell and all those things it means Inside your mind is where you find them screams and broken dreams Blast rights tell all these people how you livin Call it Karma 10 fold some out to call it sinnin Despite your belief 3 sixes are the mark of the beast The dead increase Project Deadman walks among the deceased Bodies crawlin from mud victims tainted with blood Murder victims ressurected from shallow graves in the woods You thoughts you had it all figured out When you was young and though you'd never see the day that you faded out But it's apon us like prophecies of Nostradamus Truth hurts when it's on us death and disease is chronic Day of the dead bloodshed don't be misled Don't be afraid of the shadpw that's cast apon your death bed Nuthin to fear but your religion on the day of the dead Controls if you judge and then you burn it's the day of the dead The evil apon you is what you're preachin on the day of the dead The hatred towards others is what you're teachin it's the day of the dead (Prozak) Ravens circle above the sky turns green 45 seconds of life try to figure out what the f**k it means A fixiation of your soul emerged in misery Trying to find someone to blame for life's conspiracies Judgement wicked is apon us Judgement it is ahead Judgement it is the device that's built inside your head Self destruction or self afliction fact or fiction Emaculate conception or Chrtists crucifiction Your eyes bleed on bent knees you pray 2 roads collide like suicide the crossroads you lay Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Rest in Peace mother f**ker confession will make your soul crush Nuthin to fear but fear itself on the day of the dead They say there's no rest for the wicked it's the day of the dead They say that life is self inflicted on the day of the dead The devil disguised himself as God it's the day of the dead |
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| 3:21 |
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(Prozak)
Gonna take it to another level never gonna run with the devil Don't matter whether rap or metal My brain grippin like a razorblade pops like a 12 guage Pumped in the quicker mother f**ker jump Back to back the preminition of a murder scene Don't nobody hold on the screen for the unseen What the f**k is goin on in my brain God damn this life make me think that I'm insane Havin visions of a homicide a killa watch the blood spillin Prozak hell ride wicked villain Savin the best for last f**k the past And everlast is life when the guns blast Boom mother f**kin guns blastin when the hell raise Better watch your back from the shit that you been sayin late Underground screamin in pain who's to blame insane Expensive blood rain sniffin lines of cocaine Rails apon rail nails apon nails Light your ass with the flames of god tales I was so stale your face is so pale Now life you will kill your soul I impale All my f**kin life I been insane And every f**kin day I feel the blood rain And everything is saved oh it brings pain All the wicked brains salvation some taint (Prozak) What you wanna do battle me? Better pick a strategy Be up in this bitch you can't handle me Walkin amongst the dead keep the demons fed My body parts full of blood red full of led damn Cardiac arrest the pains up in your chest Nuthins left but your ladt breath now you may rest in peace But the beats increase disease the white sheets The meek inherit the earth for what it's worth middle east Havin visions of a homicide a killa watch the blood spillin Prozak hell ride wicked villain Savin the best for last f**k the past And everlast is life when the guns blast The seventh sign you watch your mind happiness you'll never find I'm lookin mother f**ker for the seventh sign To the end yuou pretend it's not the end but it is Havin your fears a deadman lives (Prozak) Apocolyptic when I kick the wicked shit Then I turnt he tables on your fables when I bring it to you Serve you never knew you tell me what you're gonna do When my spirit walks right through you Victim of a homicide involuntary suicide Mass f**kin genocide human rights don't apply To this I'll never die for this murder for this My soul eclipse from death's last kiss All my f**kin life I been insane And every f**kin day I feel the blood rain And everything is saved oh it brings pain All the wicked brains salvation some taint A man of god preach does he sell the preach of such a powerful an order. The spirit of God flows lilke a river through that order. That man that considers himself an atheist stood up from that audience that night he did not leave. All my f**kin life I been insane And every f**kin day I feel the blood rain And everything is saved oh it brings pain All the wicked brains salvation some taint |
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(Mike E. Clark)
Another year as time goes by Nuthin changes I don't know why Everybody's always lookin but they can't take Everybody's always makin the same mistake I can sit on this mother f**kin program Gettin tired need to change gotta go man I'm goin crazy my minds thinkin about some f**ked up things My nerves jump every time I hear the phone ring It's time to go this mother f**ker's lookin shady I saw the look in the face as they tried to play me Get up got the nerve man it's time to go Your off the tape man lookin like a little hoe How much shit can a mother f**ker take? F**k a damn hater I'm lookin for anotherbreak Gimme reason why you think I gotta stay here Don't worry man I'm out I got no fear (Mike E. Clark) I get my money back check it take your f**kin car Kick your head and snap your neck did I go too far? You can't touch me I don't care 'cause I'm on top I saw your momma sellin pussy right down the block I'm in a mental state I can't cope I need a break You think I give a f**k the whack shit you bustas make I got nuthin not shit to lose I'll take your life Put you in the ground f**k you then I'll kill your wife Is there any need to solve the problems we make It doesn't seem to matter when we clean up mistakes It's time to go this mother f**ker's lookin shady I saw the look in the face as they tried to play me Get up got the nerve man it's time to go Your off the tape man lookin like a little hoe How much shit can a mother f**ker take? F**k a damn hater I'm lookin for anotherbreak Gimme reason why you think I gotta stay here Don't worry man I'm out I got no fear Yea if first you don't succeed try a f**kin gain or die. That's right all night. bitch Is there any need to solve the problems we make It doesn't seem to matter when we clean up mistakes It's time to go this mother f**ker's lookin shady I saw the look in the face as they tried to play me Get up got the nerve man it's time to go Your off the tape man lookin like a little hoe How much shit can a mother f**ker take? F**k a damn hater I'm lookin for anotherbreak Gimme reason why you think I gotta stay here Don't worry man I'm out I got no fear |
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Deadman PDM Project PDM
The sattelite systems attractin the voices barcode GPS and the radiation from your cellphone Demon clones chromosomes and yet we all condone Mass production equals depletion of the ozone we read your fake ass like a book PDM tell me what does it mean Terrifying shit that'll make a mother f**ker scream A raising of the wicked and self inflicted Self inflicted this life is self inflicted self inflicted All your troubles and all you do Wicked is how I'm depicted arrested but never convicted Prozak, King Gordy, Tecca Ninna Self Inflicted ACCESS DENIED Get a body bag don't cross us or die slow I'll put those niggas from your hood in a body bag You better believe that shit is wicked and self inflicted dead Cocaine drains from my nose my t-shirt stained with red The walking dead coinsides with the devil You see my face penetrating through your mind My body walks the earth in vein until the end of time Torture's like the rain through the tunnel The ground crunches with bones as blood drips in puddles It's kind of subtle how death embalms you And cardiac arrest will calm you as the cemetary calls for you Cock the hammer back let it go get my dick sucked at the show Enemies all engulfed in flames shotgun cocks when I blow your brains Now I'm one will inflict the pain when I diss I say no names Bitches aint shit the scripts been flipped tonight No rest for the angels no rest for the demons No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my head We're Project Deadman and we're bringin that sound We're from the murder glove bitch we got issues We got the wicked shit we'll never let it down Project Deadman more underground the hell Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Rest in Peace mother f**ker confession will make your soul crush Nuthin to fear but fear itself on the day of the dead All my f**kin life I been insane And every f**kin day I feel the blood rain And everything is saved oh it brings pain All the wicked brains salvation some taint It's time to go this mother f**ker's lookin shady I saw the look in the face as they tried to play me Get up got the nerve man it's time to go Your off the tape man lookin like a little hoe How much shit can a mother f**ker take? F**k a damn hater I'm lookin for anotherbreak Gimme reason why you think I gotta stay here Don't worry man I'm out I got no fear |
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