DJ Quik & Kurupt - The Demons Carol lyrics

rate me

[Intro]

This is for all of my enemies

The ones who've stolen from you, talked about me

Switched at me, even pulled out their guns and shot at me

I appreciate you, because you opened up my eyes

And helped me to see...the dark

[Hook]

I want your blood all over the streets

I want to see your flesh melt from your feet

I've got to see you dying

I'd love to see you die

I want your blood all over the streets

I want to see your flesh burn from your feet

I want to see you crying

I've got to see you die

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]

To all the people that was happy I went to jail, I wish you well

(No, I wish you hell)

To all you people with your funky ass opinions

I wish your car had crashed in the beginning, and killed you at birth

To all you busters that shot at me and missed

I wish you blasted you crooked-shooting faggot, coward-asses

And to that buster that just pawned my equipment

The last nigga that did it got shot shitless, now he's free with life's business

So I'm sending you your one way ticket to the skids

Just know that when you get dumped on, I did this

My U-B wants to merc you for twenty-five hundred

That's my Underboss and he coming gunning

And if I owe you, then I'm coming to personally pay you in lead

You niggas is shitless, you don't know the shit you in

I'm the one who put them guns on the streets

The same guns that put your gunnies under them sheets

I peel hundreds off like bananas, blow 'em like Santa Annas

The Glock'll have you walking around with one eye, like that bitch from futurama

Cuz' this is tree-top grammar, It's the dura of click click glamour

Split your melon open with the back of a hammer

And watch how your cowardly friends scramble

Cuz' I'm a true killer, shank you in the liver, no filler

[Verse 2: Kurupt]

Now, this the great depression, where living life's the lesson

And you helped me to learn that I can't leave my house

Without my Winchester, or my Smith and Wesson

Understood, lesson learned

I've got a gesture to suggest ya

I hope you go to sleep and wake up in a fire and just burn

To all the people that tried to stop me from feeding my kids

I hope you shoot yourself and still live

It's like jumping off a bridge, trying to commit suicide

Hit the ground and you still live

I want to see the bullet go, from the barrel into your skull

Now that's gold

To all you faggots that don't wanna see me grow

I'mma be six feet tall tomorrow

Don't you hate it? That's what I love

To irritate you punk motherfuckers with a slug, fucking cuz

This is for you bitch-ass niggas, eat a dick and suffocate

Swallow cyanide, lay down and go to sleep

For eternity, eternally, forever, permanently- just do it for me

I'll be forever grateful dead, if tomorrow they said

You woke up inside-out with your guts hanging out

Now that's what I wish, stop acting like a bitch

It's that dog pound cripticious, vicious hood malicious

Bang bang boogie, cock pop, stop rock roll a neighbourhood six times

String with the S1 and end shit to make your life end

Let it begin, just me that's been humping my trusty MAC-10

And trust me, I never leave the house without them

Extra .22s, 3s space who breeze

Special edition ammunition, I'mma listen to this

Demon's Carol