Devlin - Tales From The Crypt lyrics

Tales From The, Tales From The

When the sun goes down
The monsters rise with a nine
And a bally for disguise
With an evil look in their eyes
And they wanna take lives and
Rape wives
This place it ain't nice
Get ate like peas and rice for your ice
And slice of a knife through
The white of your eye
Not a monster cause you shot
White from your ride
I've been spitting bars since
I was watching Tales
From The Crypt on Nick of a night
We used to nick of a night but
Now I just stick to the rhymes
Or some of the mandem hit road shot O's
Flow tips of a night
Tales From The Crypt so
Prepare for your burial
Face down, body rotten left in the mud
Fuck radio so pull down your aerial
Banging my CD, slice when I meet me

I'm a ghost from the past so cross
That you can never open my arms
And my location is over in Narm and I'm
Resting in peace so I'm totally calm
You could be playing this shit in your car
Before you get dragged out and
Smashed with a bar
It's raw in the world that
We're living in star
Tales From The Crypt 2006
Kidnap, throwing little kids in the car
Tied up and their parents
Dunno where they are
Tales From The Crypt 2006
Some things these monsters do is just sick
Go for the stick, then roll to your crib
Kick doors off
Come and put a whole in your kid
Don't know that your sick
Street zombies standing on loading a stick

I'm like a zombie
I creep in the moonlight with a
Few shots and a few knives
Kids locked up in the jails like cannabils
Nonces
Cannabils make me do something erradical
We be lurking, working on the pavement
Told you a shoe and it's late man
You don't want a facial engravement
And when I make a statement
Listen or get took to the basement
And get tied up
It's the white cunt that rhymes fucked
Tell a pensioner that his times up
I'll like screaming the knifes up
Better start handing your rights up
You look small when you're sized up
OT raised and the grave
Concealed like a blade in a rave
It's Tales From The Crypt so behave
Still the fact remains have been left
In the rain for days

It's Tales From The Crypt 2006
I'll rise again like Jesus after them Romans
Went and put nails in his wrist
You know but fail to admit
I'm pow and equipt
Leave sharp pains in your body like somebody
Was hammering nails in your ribs
Yeah, I'm out in the bit's and
I'm out to be rich
They wanna sound house sound when I spit
And I won't stop til I'm
Laying in my casket
On my deathbed mattress
Burn me with petrol and matches
If I go
I'm going out in flames like
A bang from a ratchet
I'll leave you dead on your
Feat like a corpse
And the blood rains down from
Your brains to your shorts
So save me the talk
It's Tales From The Crypt it's risky
On the roads that I walk