I Wonder if Heaven Got a Ghetto (Original and Hip-Hop Version)
You act a pansy, pushover
Do live your fancy, go lower
Who is that, something says your name
You seem chancy, moreover
The call is mine
I’m gonna get you up
I’m gonna get on top
The call is mine
On the skew, you're dancing all over
You are the anti-fashion statement
In a blue suit, orange pullover
You look like my old dog Rover
I’m gonna get you up
I’m gonna get on top
The call is mine
Head crash - I can't see you
Spit teeth - I can hear you
I feel your poundin
Do live your fancy, go lower
Who is that, something says your name
You seem chancy, moreover
The call is mine
I’m gonna get you up
I’m gonna get on top
The call is mine
On the skew, you're dancing all over
You are the anti-fashion statement
In a blue suit, orange pullover
You look like my old dog Rover
I’m gonna get you up
I’m gonna get on top
The call is mine
Head crash - I can't see you
Spit teeth - I can hear you
I feel your poundin
Touched and Left for Dead
"Come forth demons Breathe through the walls that entomb you"
The sword of my armour
My wind of of something darker
The hole of my grave dug deeper
The hymms of my funeral get louder
The evil tyrant I was I am
Laughter for lust I greed
The spells of my spirit
This world I now leave
My sword might be rusty
My mind may be old
But no one can change my faith
It has been foretold
I am a harbour for restless demonsouls
I have left nothing
Two demong eight Spirits
Later eight spirits will be left to me
Then I shall be for all eternity