No Rest For The Wicked Lyrics - King Gordy

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 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)