| I sit alone and try to remember why it’s obituaries
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| Diggin up 5 dead bodies so I can play twister and pictionary
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| Kindy scary how I stay stationary in this monestary
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| You think it’s depressing in the cemetary but it’s quite the contrary
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| Kind of morbid livin in this fucked up world that we call hell
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| But will somebody please just tell me what the fuck is that smell
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| Oh it’s our own souls decaying the result of our wicked ways
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| Like eatin a bowl of thumbtacs with a side of razorblades
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| Oh no my hands are bleeding a side effect of stigmata
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| Terrorists crash into buildings and they claimin it’s for Allah
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| But I holler at your religion Muslim Hebrew or Christian
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| Havin visions and preminitions of mankinds crucifictions
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| The body of christ compells you 'cause you do what the devil tells you
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| Drugs and alcohol excell you like a dirty pimp that sells you
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| But I’m not here to condemn you criticize or offend
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| These are the prophecies of Project Deadman here to tell you
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| No rest for the angels no rest for the demons
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| No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin
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| No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead
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| No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my head (2x)
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| (King Gordy)
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| I hold there for shock obsorbance when I rock the orbit
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| For what it’s worth I am not normal I am dark and morbid
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| Escape from hell the devil’s trackin me down
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| He wears all black with a crown with shocks and horns he gotta be found
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| Slip through the cracks in the ground
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| Died but I’m back as a baby from Iraq
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| Who learned first to live Allah decide what truth is
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| I’m a soldier pack through deserts walkin through deserts
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| You’re down with the presence of a ghost lost in the present
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| Cursed to lurk the earth desolate hurts but then again
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| Many havn’t experienced the pleasure of pain
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| I pity you you’re pitiful perish in flames
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| The rap version of Kurt Cobain
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| It’s an honor when Manson let’s me watch him snort cocaine
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| Life of a rockstar of fortune and fame
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| Until we blow out our brains hahahahahaha
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| No rest for the angels no rest for the demons
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| No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin
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| No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead
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| No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my head (6x)
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| NO REST FOR THE WICKED (2x) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Rest For The Wicked (featuring King Gordy) , by - Project Deadman. Song from the album Self Inflicted, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп