DJ Quik, Kurupt - The Demon's Carol lyrics
[DJ Quik, Kurupt - The Demon's Carol lyrics]
This is for all of my enemies
The ones who've stolen from you
Talked about me switched at me
Even pulled out their guns and shot at me
I appreciate you
Because you opened up my eyes
And helped me to seethe dark
I want your blood all over the streets
I want to see your flesh melt from your feet
I've got to see you dying
I'd love to see you die
I want your blood all over the streets
I want to see your flesh burn from your feet
I want to see you crying
I've got to see you die
To all the people that was
Happy I went to jail, i wish you well
(No, I wish you hell) to all you people with
Your funky ass opinions
I wish your car had crashed in the beginning
And killed you at birth
To all you busters that shot at me and missed
I wish you blasted
You crooked-shooting faggot, coward-asses
And to that buster that
Just pawned my equipment
The last nigga that did it got shot shitless
Now he's free with life's business
So I'm sending you your one
Way ticket to the skids
Just know that when you get dumped on
I did this my U-B wants to merc
You for twenty-five hundred
That's my Underboss and he coming gunning
And if I owe you
Then I'm coming to personally pay you in lead
You niggas is shitless
You don't know the shit you in
I'm the one who put them guns on the streets
The same guns that put your
Gunnies under them sheets
I peel hundreds off like bananas
Blow 'em like Santa Annas
The Glock'll have you walking
Around with one eye
Like that bitch from futurama
Cuz' this is tree-top grammar
It's the dura of click click glamour
Split your melon open with the
Back of a hammer
And watch how your cowardly friends scramble
Cuz' I'm a true killer, shank
You in the liver, no filler
Now, this the great depression
Where living life's the lesson
And you helped me to learn that
I can't leave my house
Without my Winchester, or my Smith and Wesson
Understood, lesson learned
I've got a gesture to suggest ya
I hope you go to sleep and wake
Up in a fire and just burn
To all the people that tried to
Stop me from feeding my kids
I hope you shoot yourself and still live
It's like jumping off a bridge
Trying to commit suicide
Hit the ground and you still live
I want to see the bullet go
From the barrel into your skull
Now that's gold
To all you faggots that don't
Wanna see me grow
I'mma be six feet tall tomorrow
Don't you hate it? That's what I love
To irritate you punk motherfuckers
With a slug, fucking cuz
This is for you bitch-ass niggas
Eat a dick and suffocate
Swallow cyanide, lay down and go to sleep
For eternity, eternally, forever
Permanently- just do it for me
I'll be forever grateful dead
If tomorrow they said
You woke up inside-out with
Your guts hanging out
Now that's what I wish
Stop acting like a bitch
It's that dog pound cripticious
Vicious hood malicious
Bang bang boogie, cock pop
Stop rock roll a neighbourhood six times
String with the S1 and end shit
To make your life end let it begin
Just me that's been humping my trusty MAC-10
And trust me
I never leave the house without them
Extra 22s, 3s space who breeze
Special edition ammunition
I'mma listen to this demon's Carol
The ones who've stolen from you
Talked about me switched at me
Even pulled out their guns and shot at me
I appreciate you
Because you opened up my eyes
And helped me to seethe dark
I want your blood all over the streets
I want to see your flesh melt from your feet
I've got to see you dying
I'd love to see you die
I want your blood all over the streets
I want to see your flesh burn from your feet
I want to see you crying
I've got to see you die
To all the people that was
Happy I went to jail, i wish you well
(No, I wish you hell) to all you people with
Your funky ass opinions
I wish your car had crashed in the beginning
And killed you at birth
To all you busters that shot at me and missed
I wish you blasted
You crooked-shooting faggot, coward-asses
And to that buster that
Just pawned my equipment
The last nigga that did it got shot shitless
Now he's free with life's business
So I'm sending you your one
Way ticket to the skids
Just know that when you get dumped on
I did this my U-B wants to merc
You for twenty-five hundred
That's my Underboss and he coming gunning
And if I owe you
Then I'm coming to personally pay you in lead
You niggas is shitless
You don't know the shit you in
I'm the one who put them guns on the streets
The same guns that put your
Gunnies under them sheets
I peel hundreds off like bananas
Blow 'em like Santa Annas
The Glock'll have you walking
Around with one eye
Like that bitch from futurama
Cuz' this is tree-top grammar
It's the dura of click click glamour
Split your melon open with the
Back of a hammer
And watch how your cowardly friends scramble
Cuz' I'm a true killer, shank
You in the liver, no filler
Now, this the great depression
Where living life's the lesson
And you helped me to learn that
I can't leave my house
Without my Winchester, or my Smith and Wesson
Understood, lesson learned
I've got a gesture to suggest ya
I hope you go to sleep and wake
Up in a fire and just burn
To all the people that tried to
Stop me from feeding my kids
I hope you shoot yourself and still live
It's like jumping off a bridge
Trying to commit suicide
Hit the ground and you still live
I want to see the bullet go
From the barrel into your skull
Now that's gold
To all you faggots that don't
Wanna see me grow
I'mma be six feet tall tomorrow
Don't you hate it? That's what I love
To irritate you punk motherfuckers
With a slug, fucking cuz
This is for you bitch-ass niggas
Eat a dick and suffocate
Swallow cyanide, lay down and go to sleep
For eternity, eternally, forever
Permanently- just do it for me
I'll be forever grateful dead
If tomorrow they said
You woke up inside-out with
Your guts hanging out
Now that's what I wish
Stop acting like a bitch
It's that dog pound cripticious
Vicious hood malicious
Bang bang boogie, cock pop
Stop rock roll a neighbourhood six times
String with the S1 and end shit
To make your life end let it begin
Just me that's been humping my trusty MAC-10
And trust me
I never leave the house without them
Extra 22s, 3s space who breeze
Special edition ammunition
I'mma listen to this demon's Carol