Carnival of Souls (Explicit)

Carnival Of Souls (Feat. Demoz - Jedi Mind Tricks

I'm the ape in the cage getting more amazing with age

AKs and grenades

Matter fact I slay them with blades

They blatantly gays

Faggots in berets in parades

And see my team is unbeatable

The stadium stage

I'm basically crazed

Walking 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 too 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 even 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

So put some faith into God

The objective is to conquer f**king Satan with God

I think we got a problem

Take me out this f**king column

See all these phony actors

I don't like these phony rappers

F**k all the story telling

I don't like these phony fables

You niggas sound like cabl

F**k you and your f**king label

I think we got a problem

Vinnie Paz a f**king problem

Maserati I'm a problem

Jus Allah's a f**king problem

Criticism from critics but we don't f**king care

All we hear is the drum beat and a f**king 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 slugs

Yous a b**ch you ain't gon do sh*t suck a dick

Cause I been had your b**ch 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

Motherf**kin hood where I be everyday

You don't like me come see me ni**a I ain't no b**ch

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 adjusting a handstand

Used to be shy now I'm focused like a hand can

Demoz say hello to the sand man

Gun pop good god where your man layin

See that b**ch right there with the damn tan

Couple shots put the b**ch in the damn van

Take her home put her in the zone

Dick like an L she gon put it to the dome

Wack DVDs all these niggas in the streets

Showing niggas where they live and their fridge and their chrome chrome

Ni**a please do you really think

I'm gonna show a motherf**king ni**a where I live at

Jeopardize where my wife and my kids at

Come home find my young boy kidnapped

Ni**a hit that L that you had cause you motherf**kin crazy if you think I will

Pistol Gang to the day I hang

When I see my death I'm gonna keep it real

I think we got a problem take me out this f**king column

See all these phony actors I don't like these phony rappers

F**k all the story telling I don't like these phony fables

You niggas sound like cable f**k you and your f**king label

I think we got a problem

Vinnie Paz a f**king problem

Maserati I'm a problem

Jus Allah's a f**king problem

Criticism from critics but we don't f**king care

All we hear is the drum beat and a f**king snare

You should make peace before we pull the peacemakers

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 releasing waivers

It's slavery and cheap labour

It's 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

B**ches know I ain't Romeo or Prince Charming