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, don't try to come block my lane

I'm Adolf Hitler in the flesh and I'm 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 I'm goin crazy Manson blood in my veins

No matter what'll happen to me where I'm goin won't change

The stranger lookin through your window, drinkin blood in the rain

I can't explain these evil thoughts, I guess I'm goin to flame

But still I'm searchin for redemption like it's 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, I'm full of sin

But you said if I knocked, you'd let me in again

Since I was doomed from the womb

That's why I'm 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 I'm 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 I'm blastin

Laughin, shit you know these busters like plastic

Clock's about to strike 12, you better save yo'self

Midnight pass and last days, movin fast

Check yo' periphreal, y'all don't trust 'em though

Don't waste yo' breath, if y'all ain't got no flow

Don't waste yo' breath, if y'all ain't got no flow

Don't waste yo' breath, if y'all ain't 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 can't 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 y'all sound like diss

Tryin to shoot the dang

And yo I'm comin around here sniffin blow with Uncle Chris

Jacked Noel Christmas, I couldn't 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 don't 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 don't 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 nickname's 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