Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death In A Jar, artist - Dark Lotus. Album song The Mud, Water, Air and Blood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Death In A Jar |
I caught death inside that jar like some invisible demon |
It blew into my room, I can hear the moon screamin' |
It picked me out at random, but they catch em, I planned it |
It swept in through my window, I snatched it and canned it |
The jar shakes on my table, it’s power immense |
I’m nervous just to hold it, this shit is intense |
You’re just a evil gust of wind, the deadly breath to exhale |
I step into the jail, let this jar be your hell |
I’ve caught death in a dixie cup |
Tried to get me when I was fucked up |
Gotta get it to a jar, anybody got a car |
I can use, because I live too far to fuck |
Death ain’t come here lookin' to talk |
Do I stop somebody in the dark stop |
Somebody help me, help me somebody |
Inside, in this cup is worse than them zombies |
Maybe dig a hole, leave it inside, bury death alive |
Bet if I don’t get it, outta this red cup, quick |
Everyone here’s gonna die |
(I caught death in a jar!) |
And screwed the lid on tightly |
(Death is just a breath) |
But still it tried to fight me |
Everytime you breathe in |
Your last breath it might be |
Now it’s morgue on the hunt |
Daily and nightly |
Death is just a breath |
And if you catch it, you can play with it |
But don’t let it go |
Don’t poke no holes in the top |
Don’t drop it, don’t let it go |
I got death trapped like a rat without the cheese |
See me play him like a game of chess and win with ease |
Watch as I spread disease with a wave of the hand |
The plagues that riddle man, mine to command, can’t let him in |
Keepin' me closed in a maze in a case of glass |
Assume while I consume doomed souls, then I laugh |
Can’t let it shatter, if it does I’m gone soon after |
Tortured by the one I’ve kept trapped like brain matter |
Caught death in a mix of blow |
With a plate on top like a make shift |
Then I tried movin' that shit in a coffee can |
With a skull that I’ve painted off on the side |
Then it got free and I tried to grab him |
But my hands went through, like I’m choking a ghost |
So I turned on the fan, and then I grabbed the bag |
And then I held it wide open, it started to blow, and it blew inside |
Then I quickly tied that shit in a knot like a pretzel dough |
And then the bag puffed up like a big balloon |
And when I looked in his eye, it looked just like fog |
Circlin', gigglin' thick, black darkness |
Stick that far in by midnight, push the contents of that bag into a mason jar |
And if you catch, you can play with it |
But don’t let it go |
Don’t be sharin' it, take care of it |
And don’t let it go |
I have a glass pickle jar, inside I caught the grim reaper |
Woulda used the vaser? |
of Oz but this is cheaper |
And handle em' like some reefer, then put you in a sleeper |
He was tryin' to kill me, but then I caught him, he’s a keeper |
Sealed it up with duct tape and wrapped it in a towel |
Buried it in the backyard, but still I hear it howl |
It’s beyond something foul, evil hear it growl |
I caught one but there’s many more still out there on the prowl |
Breath it in while sleeping nice, pop open — you froze |
Just accept it, you’re dead, eye’s slowly they close |
But now I’m in control and kill it I must |
Cause if I drop it and it bust, I’m dead in the dust! |
And if you catch, you can play with it |
But don’t let it go |
And if you breath it for no reason |
Don’t let it go |