[Intro Prozak] PDM... Project Deadman... Prozak... King Gordy... NBC [Verse 1 Prozak] I sit alone trynna memorize habituaries Diggin up five dead bodies so I can play Twister and Pictionary Its kinda scary how I say stationary and its and this mind is scary You think its depressing in a cemetery, but its frankly kind of scary Kind of lonely. Livin in this fucked up world that we call hell But will someone just tell me, what the fuck is that smell? Oh, its your own soul decaying. The result of our wicked ways Like eating a bowl of thumbtacks with a side of razor blades Although my hands are bleedin, a side effect of this moda Terrorists crashin in building and the claimin its for Allah But I holla at your religion, Muslim, Hebrew, or Christian Having visions of premonitions of mankinds crucifixion The body of Christ compels you, cuz you do what the devil tells you Drugs and alcohol excel you like a dirty pimps that sells you But Im not here to condemn you, criticize or offend you These are prophecies of Project Deadman here to tell you.. [Chorus] No rest for the angels, no rest for the demons No rest for the murder victims, no rest for the screaming No rest for the wicked No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead No rest for the insane voice runnin through my head No rest for the wicked No rest for the angels, no rest for the demons No rest for the murder victims, no rest for the screaming No rest for the wicked No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead No rest for the insane voice runnin through my head No rest for the wicked [Verse 2 King Gordy] I hope the Earth is shock absorbent when I rocks the orbit For what its worth I am not normal, I am narc in orbit Escape from hell, the devils track me down He wears all black with a crown With his two horns, he gotta be found He slips though through the cracks in the ground Died, but Im back as a baby from Iraq! You learn first to love Allah be shined with true blessings Im a soldier, back two deserts walkin through deserts You are now in the presence of a ghost trapped in the present Forced to lurk the Earth desolate, hurts, but then again Many havent experienced the please of pain I pity you, your pitiful, perish in flame The rap version of Kurt Cobain Hes a crazy man watch and listen as he snorts cocaine Life of a rock star, fortune and fame, until we blow out our brains Hahahahaha [Chorus] No rest for the angels, no rest for the demons No rest for the murder victims, no rest for the screaming No rest for the wicked No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead No rest for the insane voice runnin through my head No rest for the wicked No rest for the angels, no rest for the demons No rest for the murder victims, no rest for the screaming No rest for the wicked No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead No rest for the insane voice runnin through my head No rest for the wicked No rest for the angels, no rest for the demons No rest for the murder victims, no rest for the screaming No rest for the wicked No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead No rest for the insane voice runnin through my head No rest for the wicked No rest for the angels, no rest for the demons No rest for the murder victims, no rest for the screaming No rest for the wicked No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead No rest for the insane voice runnin through my head No rest for the wicked No rest for the wicked!
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