Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let the Organs Play, artist - Chief Kamachi. Date of issue: 07.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Let the Organs Play |
| Yeah, Kamalah |
| I’m back on my zone |
| Yeah, I’m back on my zone |
| Yeah, it feel good baby |
| It feel good baby |
| Yeah |
| Let the organs play |
| It’s the only way |
| Let the organs play |
| It’s the only way |
| I think I’m sane |
| They say psycho |
| They say I’m Damian |
| I think I’m Michael |
| Let the organs play |
| It’s the only way |
| I still spit on the mic sicker |
| Summon the demons in the night quicker |
| Blink my right eye, watch all the lights flicker |
| Disco ball 40 the poltergeist liquor |
| Street nigga experimenting with white Wicca |
| To the left path conjure a sign |
| Platinum pentagram and in the crime of kind |
| All my street niggas saying Chief vial is mine |
| The black devil worshipers swallowing swine |
| Do you believe that? |
| Body’s in hell, give me feedback |
| Hands on the old Ouija Board and a weed sack |
| Witches from Salem bring me deniro |
| Neanderthal whores, Iceberg is their hero |
| Pimp cycle, little disturb if I might say |
| Eyes from billie goat make the curry real spicy |
| Kamalah, fresh blood, the flesh on the collar |
| Smiling, strolling out of a funeral parlor |
| Yeah |
| Yeah, Kamachi, black candles and chainsaws |
| Project Lecter, big bowl full of brain slaw |
| Catapillar boots, pitchfork and plain shaw |
| St. Lucifer, we shop at the same mall |
| Dope, snorted out of a dead dames broad |
| Look in the sky, think I can make the rain fall? |
| Maybe I’m high? |
| Maybe I’m lonely? |
| Blasphemous, did God really do something to me? |
| Got a debt with the angels, fuck it, just sue me |
| I’m in the high court, tryna get a buck from your homie |
| Heard the story, love every word was glory |
| Phantom of the Opera, playing in purgatory |
| She needed a chaperone, ready to ask ya holmes |
| Sexy, sicko, jerk with a fractured bone |
| Evil and extacy, that’s my master zone |
| Pretty dead fuck, no need to cap a dome |
| Yeah, I never felt so freer |
| Rap of lungs taste like caesadea |
| One slice is nice, some mala and pizzeria’s |
| Kill a chee gong, weed bong |