Demon Executor - T-Bone

Comin out the dirty bay area, Northern Cali

It’s the demon throat slasher, lyrical wild gasher

The Bible passer, quick ta blast ya

Wit my loaded tech rhymes, spray bullets from the top of the mind

Cause I’m the lyrical miracle, spiritual teacher

Nicaraqua street preacha, whos out to ta reach ya

Group of thugs who some call the X Generation

Through penatration of lyrical bullets of salvation

So bring the roughest, toughest, demon be screamin

When I start dumpin and jumpin demons like a gang initiation

Who wants to mess wit the crazies of them all

Demons bring it on, I’ll bang your heads like a tetherball

And none of yall fin to stop me watch me

Gospel Hip Hop until the day the casket drop, wha la

Throw your hands way up in the air

Thats the sound of the electric chair

Thats the sound of demons screamin for their lives

And I’m the demon executioner hittin switches tonight

I told you once I be the demon head choppa, the casket droppa

The Glock cocka, the mister ready to hit em up like Tupaca

The demon body bag zipper uppa, the demon bucka

The one who got’s demons and beans on his plate for suppa

I be the nuttest one in the who clan

Wit mack 10s, switch blades and bibles held in both hands

Yes I am the pyschoest, luniest craziest

Demon killer within the California mile radius

Chick Chick, Glock cock ready to drop drop

Demons any where, I dont care

Pistols in the air ready to flare

I ain’t into set trippin, blood and crippin

Instead I’m into Mormon and Satanic bible rippin

Lyricly flippin lyrics like quaters in the air

Call it heads or tail from the hood up to no good

It’s the demon body chalka, the mic stocka

The mister put your feet in cement to throw you of the bridge droppa

I be the man never puffin on the budda

I’m the Texas Chainsaw half demon executor

Like Boys 2 Men I got demons on bended kness, beggin please

I kill more demons then Carmen gots a whole bunch of those dope Lps

I’m the demon executer comin straight out of Frisco

With Niner and Raider gear from head to toe, oh you didn’t know

The demon neck choka, the devil smoka

The mister demon, Columbian neck tie provoka

We be perminent in it, give me a Glock one time I’m ready to jack

These demons they ain’t got no hope get em up on my snipers scope

So blam blam, blam to the 4

Me comin out of the west like Mister 2Pac Shakur

Who wants to be sweatin, wettin this O R C

Wit that lyrical mafioso style that you can’t believe

To the day I die I’m throwin up Jesus Christ

Demon executor for Life, thats right