Kool Keith

Ahh.. Undatakerz
[Verse One: Thee Undatakerz]
Man I got my wet stick ready, machete and devil mask
Movin through yo neighborhood I snatch up your ghetto pass
A true to life Ghost Rider, dont try to come block my lane
Im Adolf Hitler in the flesh and Im back, to kill again
Killin this game, I never show no remorse, feelin no pain
Still in this club with manic thoughts that I still kill in my brain
Feelin insane Im goin crazy Manson blood in my veins
No matter whatll happen to me where Im goin wont change
The stranger lookin through your window, drinkin blood in the rain
I cant explain these evil thoughts, I guess Im goin to flame
But still Im searchin for redemption like its money and fame
We only got one life to live, a shame we live it this way
[Chorus: Undatakerz]
Praise the Lord, help me Jesus! (Jesus)
Praise the Lord, change the game (change the game)
Praise the Lord, help me Jesus! (Jesus)
Praise the Lord, change the game
[Verse Two: M-Balmer]
Father forgive me, Im full of sin
But you said if I knocked, youd let me in again
Since I was doomed from the womb
Thats why Im blessed I guess
Throughout the years, I done test the test
but still left em somethin left
After so many tears with this hard liquor, cigarettes by the ounce
Left with a wet one, ready to bounce
So amazin, everlastin love, bust a dub
Up in the club - what? Nigga what?!
I thought I told you where Im at with mine
Momma born into this life of crime
Money murder and mayhem go hand in hand, you better feel me
These niggas real G (these niggas REAL G)
Contractions is yo reaction, when Im blastin
Laughin, shit you know these busters like plastic
Clocks about to strike 12, you better save yoself
Midnight pass and last days, movin fast
Check yo periphreal, yall dont trust em though
Dont waste yo breath, if yall aint got no flow
Dont waste yo breath, if yall aint got no flow
Dont waste yo breath, if yall aint got no flow
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]
Comin up the 101 freeway
I seen a ghost lookin through the window at me
It coulda been the smoke from the dank laced with PCP
Ambulance in the red light, stole these vanilla Coogi sweaters
Walkin into emergency
Sweat by the pound, heat off my side, I let off 30 rounds
Two girls in the car waitin signed
In the fake name registered under Don {?}
No Medicaid card, you cant see the doctor was hatin
Three hours in {?} room
I seen the mic on the floor; kids walkin by with some guy
that looked like a dentist with balloons
Lied on the application about the dust and mushrooms
Four cans of {?}, walkin out around supermarket lookin meaner
Embalmin fluid, 7-Up bottled, one liter
Air condition off, goosebumps I left on the heater
Empty rollin out 400 miles with no gas on the meter
Big Moe tryin to poison the hydro
Now yall sound like diss
Tryin to shoot the dang
And yo Im comin around here sniffin blow with Uncle Chris
Jacked Noel Christmas, I couldnt buy them gifts
Real twist, I was about to slice my wrists
With your tinsels and number two pencils
[Chorus]
[Verse Four: Thee Undatakerz]
Resigned, design, remade buildings on shrines
Inclined to decline, pull your ass bone out your spine
Flaunt - these aftermaths dont procrastinate
A Jacky Jasper much faster, four pound blaster
Duct tape what raster, but just come from Bronx
Child you want somethin, nickel bags of dust, hush
Weak niggaz I dont trust, plus
I left the bathroom left somethin dere for you to flush, lush
Drink up quick, think up schemes, linger
Four carats in the crossfinger, ocean liner sinks so what nigga?
Government deluxe pine box rigormortis in a tux
Anthrax and chicken pox, my nicknames Fox
Stolen cars and dealing with rocks
When lightning strikes, suction cups, high voltage shocks
You look like Spock, dead, from imitating Biggie and Tupac
[ Help Me - Praise The Lord Lyrics ]