Life After Death

By Twisted Insane

On The Last Demon

Released on June 13, 2014

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[Verse 1: Acie High]

Kill myself with the same gun Martin Luther died with

On the same scene Kennedy caught them live hits

Need to ask God now about the sins I did

This damn Bible’s making my third eye twist

Is this Heaven, ain't see many wide halls

In the lobby, my three friendly guys talk

About murders, a grand many died all

Jeffrey, Ted, I think Lee Harvey Oswald

Can't get infested with these men

Not my cup of tea, that's the kinda mess that make you cringe

Went to the secretary to address her for a pen

And a blonde bitch just posed with a dress up in the wind

Told her "Let me leave a message for my friends"

She laughed and disappeared, then appeared a man saying:

"Ride on the enemies, cause my enemies are the ones

That make me bleed, never fear a man! See that nigga right there?"

-Right where?

"Right there, yeah that fat motherfucker have to follow my rules

For what goes around, straight comes around. Now he gotta go round for round with me without him mouthing his crew

So if you come to ask is retaliation bad

You think about calling, you don't want to lose sleep

When you don't mob first, you gon' get mobbed on."

-If I don't do them, them niggas will do me?


[Bridge]

Bloody murder in the night, bloody murder in the dark

Leave you sleepin' with the fishes, in the ocean with the sharks

Watch you beg me for your life, while you take your last breath

Got a nigga thinkin' to myself, is there really life after death?


[Hook]

Life after death, is there really life after death?

Watch a nigga beg me for his life and he even did it twice with a knife in his chest

I told a nigga way more than once, never leave your house in the night with no vest

This shit is bad for your health, now I'm thinkin' to myself: Is there life after death?

Life after death (x4)

I told a nigga way more than once, never leave your house in the night with no vest

This shit is bad for your health, now I'm thinkin' to myself: Is there life after death?


[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]

I woke up early in the morning, took a piss and brushed my teeth and hopped up in my fucking whip

A full moon last night, I do not know what happened I could blame it on the rapping 'boutta get in some deeper shit

Wanna be up on the level of me Imma tell you I come with wickedness

Ain't nobody ready for me when I kill ' em up murder so iniquitous

I did it but they bit this shit

Now I gotta be on my shit like who is this I would admit that motherfucker different

Somebody tell me why I am the phenom?

Often you be talking I be walking with my demons

I am here to tell you it's a nightmare you ain't dreamin'

They wanna see me they better be ready for he to become a nigga streamin'

Casted out like Lucifer dangerous nigga famous I got ones that'll come up in your house and shoot you in your anus

Walk up to you when you're asleep to let you know it's real

I won't take a dollar bill to say you suckin' on my stainless

Steel nigga that's real I'm on that 'I kill' 'I Could've Been' type shit

Pull out the razor blade and fuckin' the pussy with the night stick

I put it on my brainsick it really ain't nothin' to me

They say fuck this rapper shit then hit up us with an ice pick

187 it really don't matter stand in feces I will cut you up into pieces til there's really nothing left

But if you go before me I just have one request

That you come back and tell me if there's life after death


[Bridge]


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Priceless]

I can answer that question but watch niggas faces get filled up with panic expressions

They run away scared and get manic depression

My words leaves em all with satanic impressions

I died and came back to haunt the same cats that don't be too falsely claim that

I died to save man from his sins explain that

They tried to change the color of my skin it remains black

My heart too, now i'm on another life call it part two

Or part three part me and that nigga that's livin with precision and rhythm who's Christian that's really spittin' hard as me

It ain't hard to see the artistry runs through my arteries arguably

Since the beginning of time I been inventin' the rhyme who wrote the bible cause it's hard to read

I'm an author see, the father see, the lawless need, thief in the night call it larceny

I could slaughter all philosophies the sodom breeze that makes it really hard for the gods to breathe

Killin' off all of the prophecies the mockeries the lies and revealing with astrology

And it's still another policy that all can see, so that they may properly acknowledge me, follow me


[Bridge]


[Hook]