Turn Ya Lights On

Lyrics

[Intro] Hahahaha Yeah! Faggots! Let's go, turn ya lights on, nigga Listen, uh [Verse 1] You scared of the dark, then pray to ya savior to braven ya heart Around me, the demons is breathin', the heat is a spark Quicker than gasoline when the match is struck Hats of rats tatter white, some niggas bag you up Send ya organs on the black market, price tag you up Feed you to the evil, see through the eyes of my massacre Mad man diary, fiery pits of hell Rivalry so if we die spitefully, execution style Retribution style, resolution stylе Televise rеvolution the music is all an illusion I don't follow confusion, I more eat like savage animals Or man be slash cannibals rap radical Wolverine, little but deadly I battle a grizzly Attack you like candle, dismantle you faggots, come get me I put the smash on niggas, throw some gas on niggas Happily laugh, then I put the heat rash on niggas, turn ya lights on [Chorus] You better turn ya lights on, turn ya lights on Turn ya lights on, it's goin' down You better turn ya lights on, turn ya lights on Turn ya lights on, when you around me Fo' pounds, bustin' rounds, lay you on the concrete Eight shots to ya body, you don't really want beef Twelve niggas to a army, you gon' get yo' ass beat One nigga with a temper and a burner, that's me [Verse 2] I'm petrified of this sac religion, the paragraph ammunition That I'm spittin' got you shittin', ya bladder pissin' My baby created got ya Pamper soaked Put you in a panther choke, squeeze like pythons on rabbits throats My rhyme is a virus with no anitdote, pull the trigger of my chrome Can at Christians cabins like a cantaloupe Wrap you in a coffin, throw ya body on a bonfire For tryin' to box with God, wrap ya arms in barbwire Prior to rappin', I was drug traffickin' Phantom with drug addicts and handlin' drug habits And scramblin' drug packages, randomly drug shatters some families Gun patents and batteries, unravel the agony Unsatisfactory behaviors, is what I'm majorin' Christians sayin' God ain't even interested in savin' 'em So what a waste for him, a grave to Heaven or Hell Nobody's hatin' him, they forsaken him, he's raisin' hell [Chorus] You better turn ya lights on, turn ya lights on Turn ya lights on, it's goin' down You better turn ya lights on, turn ya lights on Turn ya lights on, when you around me Fo' pounds, bustin' rounds, lay you on the concrete Eight shots to ya body, you don't really want beef Twelve niggas to a army, you gon' get yo' ass beat One nigga with a temper and a burner, that's me [Interlude: Aasim & Big Mike] The kid, Big Mike Aasim Uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse 3] Center my mind enters some kind of a trance I dance with the devil to nirvana rebel with circumstance The merciless mad scientist, the universe's menace I apply pressure to heavyweights, reduce 'em to feathers Forever my reign of terror calculated, serial killer status Ran page in and out my rage 'til I'm captured Worried, stab you in ya corne' Just the nut I need and I'm only gettin' horny, turn ya lights on [Outro: Aasim & Big Mike] Fuckin' faggots You motherfuckers You won't come fo' me, nigga Better bring all ya guns, nigga Better bring a whole army with you, nigga Better bring like a million niggas with you, baby 'Cause you know I got a million plus with me, nigga Matter of fact, fuck that, I don't even need a million, nigga I come by myself, nigga One gun, nigga Mad clips, nigga Holla The kid Big Mike Young Aasim EOB, Bad Boy Consider the pressure applied, bitches