Letras
Welcome to the Chop Street
Dead bodies hanging by they feet
You see this demon when I walk
You hear this evil when I speak
Mark of the beast when I reap I claim your soul as mine to keep
And in the middle of the night I'm looking for some blood to leech
Catch your throat missing fresh blood
Spitting out your teeth but I still practice what I preach
Give his family time to weep
I'm at the crossroads you make a deal
I got just what you need
But just know when your time is up
Them hellhounds coming out to feast
I done slit my wrist so much
I guess I'll never get to feel
Ya' this demon I got's real
He just showed me how to kill
Cloaked in hoodies crooked daggers
Demon sigils candles lit
See that full moon in the night
We 'bout to sacrifice yo' bitch
Sacrifice-sacrifice yo' bitch
Sacrifice-sacrifice yo' bitch
We 'bout to sacrifice yo' bitch
Sacrifice-sacrifice yo' bitch
We 'bout to sacrifice yo' bitch
Sacrifice-sacrifice yo' bitch
We 'bout to sacrifice yo' bitch
Sacrifice-sacrifice yo' bitch
She lookin' like Megan Fox double-09
Conjugate ya' soul after following the signs
Takin' all ya' hoes to the road where they hide
Where the spirits stay alive and skinnin' sheep for their hides
You can run from us
You can back out now but when the sun plummets
You won't camp without all the voodoo in the night
Know we gotchu in our sight
We gon' catch ya by surprise
Gotcha fearin' for ya' life
C'est la vie tell me what you know
You a dumb bitch and I'm fuckin' on ya' hoe
When the gun hits you'll be sippin' on patrone
Thinkin' everythang is good Samsung G-Note
You cannot fuck with us you throwin' bluffs sippin' tuss
I'ma uppercut right through yo' face from a lunge
Pop a lung Murk ya' son puttin' knives in ya' tum
Listening to Bone Thug while I get the redrum
Redrum-rum-rum
You cannot out run
I'm goin' dumb-dumb-dumb
I'ma get me some
We spillin' rum-rum-rum
You cannot out run
I'm goin' dumb-dumb-dumb
I'ma get me some Lil' Bitch
Bare face run up in place there's no where hide
The people eater with the cleaver out for blood and homicide
Murdering high I get the rush when the bones goes crush and the brain turns mush
I wonder why I have to touch and I kill so much when lost in lust
Smoking with the fabled reaper having talks between myself
Is there someone else inside or is it just that I need help
Mental health is off the tracks
If approached I will attack
No remorse I'm showing back
It's kill 'em all destructive path