Raise The Deadman Lyrics - Declaration Of A Headhunter - Stuck Mojo

It's time for me to raise that dead man 

You must be going right out of your mind 

Surprise me, you picked a hell of a time 

You must despise me, the words I can't find 

It's just me, hate machine by design 

Lessons in respect could be easily achieved 

A blow to the head, down 1-2-3 

You could get up, stand up, fight for your life 

A left and a right, then out go your lights 

It's my life, my time and time for you to recognize 

That pay backs from way back can 

Hurt you like a motherfucker 

Inside, outside, prepare for some retribution 

My path is set and hell's comin' with me 

It's time for me to raise the dead man 

You're just standing there got 

Piss runnin' down your leg 

You bleed real nice and you're too proud to beg 

Now your thoughts are turning toward 

Obtaining a weapon 

You didn't buy the last one so don't 

Hesitate for a second 

AR 15 and my Glock 40 cal 

Converted Tech 9, now who's your favorite pal 

I'd rather carve your heart out 

With a dull rusty knife 

And when it's all over, bigger fishes fry tonight