DEMONS LURK THE GRAVEYARD Baker Ya Maker

[Intro]
Fakers 'flage, killers hard, demons lurk the graveyard
Fakers 'flage, killers hard, demons lurk the graveyard
Bloody bath, Nina cocked
Troubles to the killers, they watch the clock
Three bodies in the trunk, quick to burn my ride
Two lines of the blow got me so—me so—
Fakers 'flage, killers hard, demons lurk the graveyard
Fakers 'flage, killers hard, demons lurk the graveyard
Bloody bath, Nina cocked
Troubles to the killers, they watch the clock
Three bodies in the trunk, quick to burn my ride
Two lines of the blow got me so high

[Verse]
I wake up every fuckin' day
Feelin' like I wanna feel the blood of innocent
Domestic shit
To me, his life shall spill
What I think is what you hear
Deep inside, I'm in your ear
Let these words be heard more clear
For my presence, I get feared
I ain't dead
I ain't scared
Daddy taught me not to run
Now if a bitch is talkin' shit, then hit 'em with that one-two-one
Since a youngin, I was raised violence is the only way
Medicate myself with music just to calm the need to slay
The price you pay is what I make
Now can your words hold up your weight?
Just close your eyes and start to pray
And waste your fuckin' life away
In a haze, in a daze
Lost my life in '91
Born in this hatred
Can't relate to me
There is no one
I'm by myself, I'm by myself
I'm all alone, deep in the field
The only things I have in life is my thoughts and ways to kill
I can't feel, I can't feel
For this world, I shed no tear
I let society die quietly while I watch for the thrill