's to be relaxed in orbit At war wit' a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins I made a pact with the Devil
devil, others call me mystic- al like a crystal ball And if you step to me you'll take a fall Just like the Roman Empire Feel the wrath of a devil's hellfire
you'd do if i said: I still believe Christ is God And rose from the dead, fillin' your head Dance with the songs I found With this sound, put it down
the ghost of our souls thanking Christ we're alive Our spirits they crackled with lovers first sight Till the mornin' came fresh with a new Will you dance with
dance to the 16th Century At night, the nightmare of the killer wolf of France Where zombie ladies dance, where the antelopes prance There's a man with
like a crystal ballAnd if you step to me you'll take a fallJust like the Roman EmpireFeel the wrath of a devil's hellfireCallin me a devil, some think
me to church, seven days a week couldn't keep me off the streets, with the evil that I wreak ya see My tongue was ill I spilled language with profanity
soaring all alone 'n', In the place my mind is going through the songs and no-ones knowin' And the devil with the harpin dress tryin' ask me for one dance
the Big Diego You want to do in fool but you ain't able [Chorus] When I'm around everybody lock down Kngihtowl be that fool with the Westcoast sound
writing Inviting a hook Of a song sing along with a strong Subliminal Message divesting all men from Criminal Acts of the Devil Revealed and reveled Designed to recline the mind to lower level With
my homeboys over nightly might we? Lift the lyric to another level Learn to love yourself a little and lose the devil Within. The rhythm begin Sound of
your dance I want you to make moves No one out there thought you could do You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do Party people, lemme see if you can dance
every drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance
And every drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance
with my machete with my hockey mask on Better yet I'll paint my face up like Dead Presidents In your neighborhood, nothing but dead residents When I get through with