King Gordy

( Verse 1 - Bizarre )

Wakin' up lookin' for a bag of herb
Smokin', drinkin' all on the curb
Christmas trees, ???, all types of ???
Meds, hydro even ???
I don't rap for weed
Freestyles, hooks whatever you need
Come to my house we can go to G room
Smoke some shrooms and look up at the moon
Take off your shoes, relax your feet
While I roll some ??? and the Fat's beat
Cookies and brownies, whatever you wanna eat
You know Bizarre, he be lovin' some sweets
I smoke so much my shit is green
Next week it'll be all clean
Bizarre's in the back, 84 Lac
Poppin' some pills (??) listenin' to ??? Mac

( Chorus - King Gordy ) x 2

Ya'll wanna get high (get high)
And listen to music (listen to music)
Some of that good old Hip Hop (Hip Hop)
Ghetto music (ghetto music)

( Verse 2 - Swifty McVay )

I'm from Detroit bitch where nothin' is splendid
I roll shit and light up trees like the month of December
I'm in the kitchen smilin', cookin' brownies
??? Long Island, allow me to finish this off with a vallum
Now we, ??? zombies gettin' in touch with Hip Hop and R&B
Laughin' at shit around me, you overstep your boundaries
I ain't slappin' your hand, you tryna snatch my gans
I'm in the casino slangin' vicodine, cloudy
What can you say a nigga thats slick, old dust and Saudi
Arabia and I can ??? I'll be smoky as a kettle black
If you ain't Clinton, you inhalin' that
So I'ma force you to smoke for the hell of it

( Chorus ) x 2

( Verse 3 - Stic.man )

I love to see the homie cliqued up, fist up
Cackies on, sag, bandanna, rags twist up
Hood pry, unified, gees up, ride or die
Livin' by the code of the street, an eye for an eye
Graffiti on the wall, ghetto life
Homies hangin' at the pool hall out on the block shootin' dice
Every set of push ups is for my locked up comrads
And for the ones we lost during combat
Pourin' out kanyak, on the concrete
Where the junkies sleep, little kids runnin' the street
My life is full of pain, but its positive still
Now that I'm ??? to the game, I'm harder to kill
Ghetto waterfalls comin' from the ???
??? out the cars lil homie, you the cards lil homie
Yes you are lil homie, we all stars lil homie

( Chorus ) x 2

PDM Project Deadman Prozak King Gordy MEC

(Prozak)
I sit alone and try to remember why it's obituaries
Diggin up 5 dead bodies so I can play twister and pictionary
Kindy scary how I stay stationary in this monestary
You think it's depressing in the cemetary but it's quite the contrary
Kind of morbid livin in this f**ked up world that we call hell
But will somebody please just tell me what the f**k is that smell
Oh it's our own souls decaying the result of our wicked ways
Like eatin a bowl of thumbtacs with a side of razorblades
Oh no my hands are bleeding a side effect of stigmata
Terrorists crash into buildings and they claimin it's for Allah
But I holler at your religion Muslim Hebrew or Christian
Havin visions and preminitions of mankinds crucifictions
The body of christ compells you 'cause you do what the devil tells you
Drugs and alcohol excell you like a dirty pimp that sells you
But I'm not here to condemn you criticize or offend
These are the prophecies of Project Deadman here to tell you

No rest for the angels no rest for the demons
No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin
No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead
No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my head(2x)

(King Gordy)
I hold there for shock obsorbance when I rock the orbit
For what it's worth I am not normal I am dark and morbid
Escape from hell the devil's trackin me down
He wears all black with a crown with shocks and horns he gotta be found
Slip through the cracks in the ground
Died but I'm back as a baby from Iraq
Who learned first to live Allah decide what truth is
I'm a soldier pack through deserts walkin through deserts
You're down with the presence of a ghost lost in the present
Cursed to lurk the earth desolate hurts but then again
Many havn't experienced the pleasure of pain
I pity you you're pitiful perish in flames
The rap version of Kurt Cobain
It's an honor when Manson let's me watch him snort cocaine
Life of a rockstar of fortune and fame
Until we blow out our brains hahahahahaha

No rest for the angels no rest for the demons
No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin
No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead
No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my head(6x)

NO REST FOR THE WICKED(2x)