Respek BA, Rhyme Asylum - Back Down lyrics

Yo, I'm Satan's son in the essence
Smugglin' weapons
Statues of the virgin Mary cry
Blood in my presence
In the womb I trained underdeveloped arms
Hitting my mother's stomach with a
Hundred punches per second
Leave Cerberus burnt to a crisp
Clothesline speeding cars and turn
'em to convertible whips
I've returned from the crypt
Spit raps behind your back to
Scratch your intervertebral disc
Drink from the skulls of the vanquished
Shogun assassin
Conversate with Sam in a moment of madness
Keep it multisyllabic
After my swan song a phoenix will
Arise from my smoldering ashes
On the 31st of every tenth month i dress up
Shed blood and get drunk off red-rum
I found my soul in the Land of the Lost
Wanna see every man of the cloth
Hang from a cross

It's Jinn Truff, Psiklone and Possessed
Only the best
Combined as the components of death
We hope that you step in the
Cypher to get spat out
You better back down, back down

I'm leaving people screaming Jesus H Christ
I'm an evil demon cross between a
Black dragon and a great white
I give the stage fright
Drinking rattle snake bites take life
And cause a real death in a plain fight
You see my splittin' personalities
And double take
Making hell freeze over and heaven
Go up in flames
And I'mma trace your number plate and
Kick you in the fucking face
So if you've got a foot
Fetish It's your lucky day
So run away I'm the warlord of Mordor
With a broad sword commanding the orc hordes
Lost son of a Seraphim
Catch me moon walking on water
And bleed running a marathon
Travel on the surface of Mars
Or in Bermuda Triangle cypherin' inside
A circle of sharks
And I'm crushing corpse till I'm pounding
On the Skull & Bones deranged Division
Illest on the fucking globe

It's Jinn Truff, Psiklone and Possessed
Only the best
Combined as the components of death
We hope that you step
In the cypher and get spat out
You better back down, back down

Stalking the vampires in the
Morgue with the flat-liners
Jaw full of fangs
Titans with the force that can clamp tires
So prepare to die
Scuba dive with ganja smoke and a gram
Of coke in my air supply
Eternally great - not personal taste
Walk in churches and candles
Burst into flames
Murderous crazed warlock, burned at the stake
Drilled a hole through my coffin when
I turned in my grave
Off the hook like broke payphones
Spit lava like volcanoes
Build new churches from old gravestones
Genius, screws loose and missing parts
This rogue angel throws halos
Instead of ninja stars
Skin shrouded with jungle spiders
Weaving webbed bullet-proof vests out
Of my muscle fibers
Mind's eye wider than Einstein's
Hold my last breath for twice as
Long as my original lifetime

It's Jinn Truff, Psiklone and Possessed
Only the best
Combined as the components of death
We hope that you step in the
Cypher and get spat out
You better back down, back down