No Rest For The Wicked (featuring King Gordy) - Project Deadman

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 fucked up world that we call hell

But will somebody please just tell me what the fuck 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)