Aasim - Turn Ya Lights On lyrics

Ha ha haha yeah!
Faggots! Let's go, turn ya lights on, nigga
Listen, uh

You scared of the dark
Then pray to ya savior to braven ya heart
Around me, the demons is breathin'
The heat is a spark
Quicker than gasoline when the
Match is struck hats of rats tatter white
Some niggas bag you up
Send ya organs on the black market
Price tag you up feed you to the evil
See through the eyes of my massacre
Mad man diary, fiery pit's of hell
Rivalry so if we die spitefully
Execution style
Retribution style, resolution stylе
Televise rеvolution the music is
All an illusion I don't follow confusion
I more eat like savage animals
Or man be slash cannibals rap radical
Wolverine, little but deadly I
Battle a grizzly attack you like candle
Dismantle you faggots, come get me
I put the smash on niggas
Throw some gas on niggas
Happily laugh, then I put the
Heat rash on niggas, turn ya lights on

You better turn ya lights on
Turn ya lights on
Turn ya lights on, it's goin' down
You better turn ya lights on
Turn ya lights on
Turn ya lights on, when you around me
Fo' pounds, bustin' rounds
Lay you on the concrete
Eight shots to ya body
You don't really want beef
Twelve niggas to a army
You gon' get yo' ass beat
One nigga with a temper and a burner
That's me

I'm petrified of this sac religion
The paragraph ammunition
That I'm spittin' got you shittin'
Ya bladder pissin'
My baby created got ya Pamper soaked
Put you in a panther choke
Squeeze like pythons on rabbit's throats
My rhyme is a virus with no anitdote
Pull the trigger of my chrome
Can at Christians cabins like a cantaloupe
Wrap you in a coffin
Throw ya body on a bonfire
For tryin' to box with God
Wrap ya arms in barbwire
Prior to rappin', I was drug traffickin'
Phantom with drug addicts and
Handlin' drug habit's
And scramblin' drug packages
Randomly drug shatters some families
Gun patents and batteries, unravel the agony
Unsatisfactory behaviors
Is what I'm majorin'
Christians sayin' God ain't even
Interested in savin' 'em
So what a waste for him
A grave to Heaven or Hell
Nobody's hatin' him, they forsaken him
He's raisin' hell

You better turn ya lights on
Turn ya lights on
Turn ya lights on, it's goin' down
You better turn ya lights on
Turn ya lights on
Turn ya lights on, when you around me
Fo' pounds, bustin' rounds
Lay you on the concrete
Eight shots to ya body
You don't really want beef
Twelve niggas to a army
You gon' get yo' ass beat
One nigga with a temper and a burner
That's me

The kid, Big Mike aasim uh, uh, uh, uh

Center my mind enters some kind of a trance
I dance with the devil to
Nirvana rebel with circumstance
The merciless mad scientist
The universe's menace
I apply pressure to heavyweights
Reduce 'em to feathers
Forever my reign of terror calculated
Serial killer status
Ran page in and out my rage 'til I'm captured
Worried, stab you in ya corne'
Just the nut I need and
I'm only gettin' horny, turn ya lights on

Fuckin' faggots you motherfuckers
You won't come fo' me, nigga
Better bring all ya guns, nigga
Better bring a whole army with you, nigga
Better bring like a million niggas with you
Baby
'Cause you know I got a million plus with me
Nigga matter of fact, fuck that, I
Don't even need a million, nigga
I come by myself, nigga one gun, nigga
Mad clips, nigga holla
The kid Big Mike young Aasim eOB, Bad Boy
Consider the pressure applied, bitches