Project Deadman, King Gordy - No Rest for the Wicked lyrics

PDM project Deadman prozak king Gordy nBC

I sit alone tryna memorize habituates
Diggin' up five dead bodies so I
Can play Twister and Pictionary
It's kinda scary how I say stationary and
It's and this mind is scary
You think it's depressing in a cemetery
But it's frankly kind of scary
Kind of lonely livin in this fucked
Up world that we call hell
But will someone just tell me
What the fuck is that smell?
Oh, it's your own soul decaying the
Result of our wicked ways
Like eating a bowl of thumbtacks with
A side of razor blades
Although my hands are bleedin
A side effect of this moda
Terrorists crashin in building and the
Claimin it's for Allah but, I holla at your


Religion, Muslim, Hebrew, or Christian
Having visions of premonitions
Of mankind's crucifixion
The body of Christ compels you
Cuz you do what the devil tells you
Drugs and alcohol excel you like a
Dirty pimps that sells you
But, I'm not here to condemn you
Criticize or offend you
These are prophecies of Project Deadman
Here to tell you

No rest for the angels
No rest for the demons
No rest for the murder victims
No rest for the screaming
(No rest for the wicked)
No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead
No rest for the insane voice
Runnin through my head
(No rest for the wicked)
No rest for the angels
No rest for the demons
No rest for the murder victims
No rest for the screaming
(No rest for the wicked)
No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead
No rest for the insane voice
Runnin through my head
(No rest for the wicked)

I hope the Earth is shock absorbent
When I rocks the orbit
For what it's worth I am not normal
I am narc in orbit
Escape from hell, the devil's track me down
He wears all black with a crown
With his two horns, he gotta be found
He slips though through the
Cracks in the ground
Died, but I'm back as a baby from Iraq!
You learn first to love Allah
Be shined with true blessings i'm a soldier
Back two deserts walkin through deserts
You are now in the presence of
A ghost trapped in the present
Forced to lurk the Earth desolate, hurts
But then again
Many haven't experienced the please, of pain
I pity you, your pitiful, perish in flame
The rap version of Kurt Cobain
He's a crazy man watch and
Listen as he snorts cocaine
Life of a rock star, fortune and fame
Until we blow out our brains
(Ha ha ha ha ha)

No rest for the angels
No rest for the demons
No rest for the murder victims
No rest for the screaming
(No rest for the wicked)
No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead
No rest for the insane voice
Runnin through my head
(No rest for the wicked)
No rest for the angels
No rest for the demons
No rest for the murder victims
No rest for the screaming
(No rest for the wicked)
No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead
No rest for the insane voice
Runnin through my head
(No rest for the wicked)
No rest for the angels
No rest for the demons
No rest for the murder victims
No rest for the screaming
(No rest for the wicked)
No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead
No rest for the insane voice
Runnin through my head
(No rest for the wicked)
No rest for the angels
No rest for the demons
No rest for the murder victims
No rest for the screaming
(No rest for the wicked)
No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead
No rest for the insane voice
Runnin through my head
(No rest for the wicked)
No rest for the wicked!