Jedi Mind Tricks, Demoz - Carnival of Souls lyrics

I'm an ape in the cage
Getting more amazing with age
AK's and Grenades
Matter of fact I slay them with blades
They blantantly gays
Faggots in berets at parades
And see, my team is unbeatable
The stadium staged
I'm basically crazed, walk in circles
Pacing for days i'm basically dazed
And lost inside a satanist maze
You face the brigade
I hate you and I pray you get AIDS
I go hard on hard beats
Y'all to lazy to shave too lazy to bathe
And so y'all hate on the God
I'm sick of y'all eating off the
Same plate as the God
Y'all could never build or
Conversate with the God
You shooting guns off


I would bomb a nation for God
(I'm a suicide bomber) Y'all don't
Want no confrontation with God
Y'all are swine eaters
That's abomination to God
(Al hum'du Allah) So put some faith into God
The objective is to finally conquer
Fucking satan with God

I think we got a problem
Take me out this fucking column
See all these phony actors
I don't like these phony rappers
Fuck all the story telling
I don't like these story fables
You niggas sound like cable
Fuck you and your fucking label

I think we got a problem
Vinnie Paz a fucking problem
Maserati, I’m a problem
Jus Allah’s a fucking problem
Criticism from critics but we
Don’t fucking care all we hear is the drum
Beat and the fucking snare

All I got is too much hate, not enough love
Too many plates, not enough grub
Too many snakes in the grass
I gotta kill one
Cause the gun ain’t got enough slugs
Body under the belt, not enough blood
Shotty under the shelf, not enough thugs
You're a bitch you ain’t gonna do shit
Suck a dick cause I been had your bitch
In the lobby on drugs
I ain’t no plug, I ain’t no snitch
I ain’t no blood, I ain’t no crip
Motherfucking hood, where I be, everyday
You don’t like me?
Come see me nigga, I ain’t no bitch
Far from the last man damn man
You could be the man what they said
So I focused on the damn plan
Face straight like I just did a handstand
Used to be shy now I’m
Focused like a head cam
Demoz, say hello to the sandman
Gun pop, good god where your man layin'
See that bitch right there with the damn tan
Couple shots put the bitch in the damn van
Take her home put her in the zone
Dick like an L, she gonna put it to the dome
Wack DVDs all these niggas in the streets
Showing niggas where they live and
Their fridge and their chrome nigga please
Do you really think I’m dumb enough to show
A motherfucking nigga where I live at
Jeopardize where my wife and my kids at
Come home find my young boy kidnapped
Nigga hit that L that you hit
Because you motherfuckin crazy if
You think I will
Pistol Gang to the day I hang
Or I see my death, I’m gonna keep it real


You should make peace before we
Pull the peace makers
I don’t want the streets waking
Up the sleeping neighbours
I don’t want police pacing
Up the streets later but the killing has me
Feeling like a teenager sign your soul over
Here’s a blank piece of paper
I’ll fill in the details
You can read it later
We should keep in contact
I may need a favour
It’s not breach in contract, no release
And waivers it’s slavery and cheap labour
Is a decent bargain
It’s monopoly, I’m landing on free parking
It’s blood out here
Gotta keep my teeth sharpened
Gotta keep cream, gotta keep a green garden
You doing everything you can just
To keep from starving
I’m Rastafarian and partying
Usually with more than one darling
It’s disheartening
Bitches know I ain’t Romeo or Prince Charming