No Rest for the Wicked

Lyrics

[Intro: Prozak] PDM... Project: Deadman... Prozak... King Gordy... NEC… [Verse 1: Prozak] I sit alone tryna memorize obituaries Diggin' up five dead bodies so I can play Twister and Pictionary It's kinda scary how I say stationary and it's and this mind is scary You think it's depressing in a cemetery, but it's frankly kind of scary Kind of morbid, livin' in this fucked up world that we call hell But will someone just tell me, what the fuck is that smell? Oh, it's your own soul decaying, the result of our wicked ways Like eating a bowl of thumbtacks with a side of razor blades Although my hands are bleedin', a side effect of this moda Terrorists crashin' in building and the claimin' it's for Allah But I holla at your religion, Muslim, Hebrew, or Christian Having visions of premonitions of mankind's crucifixion The body of Christ compels you, 'cause you do what the devil tells you Drugs and alcohol excel you like a dirty pimp that sells you But I'm not here to condemn you, criticize or offend you These are prophecies of Project: Deadman here to tell you [Chorus] No rest for the angels, no rest for the demons No rest for the murder victims, running around and screaming (No rest for the wicked) No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead No rest for the insane voices that are screaming in my head (No rest for the wicked) No rest for the angels, no rest for the demons No rest for the murder victims, running around and screaming (No rest for the wicked) No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead No rest for the insane voices that are screaming in my head (No rest for the wicked) [Verse 2: King Gordy] I hope the Earth is shock absorbent when I rocks the orbit For what it's worth I am not normal, I am dark and morbid Escape from hell, the devil's tracking me down He wears all black with a crown Which are two horns, he gotta be found He slips through the cracks in the ground Died, but I'm back as a baby from Iraq! Who learned first to love Allah be shined with true blessings I'm a soldier, pack two Deserts walkin' through deserts You are now in the presence of a ghost lost in the present Cursed to lurk the Earth desolate, hurts, but then again Many haven'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 rock star, fortune and fame, until we blow out our brains (Hahahahaha) [Chorus] No rest for the angels, no rest for the demons No rest for the murder victims, running around and screaming (No rest for the wicked) No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead No rest for the insane voices that are screaming in my head (No rest for the wicked) No rest for the angels, no rest for the demons No rest for the murder victims, running around and screaming (No rest for the wicked) No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead No rest for the insane voices that are screaming in my head (No rest for the wicked) No rest for the angels, no rest for the demons No rest for the murder victims, running around and screaming (No rest for the wicked) No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead No rest for the insane voices that are screaming in my head (No rest for the wicked) No rest for the angels, no rest for the demons No rest for the murder victims, running around and screaming (No rest for the wicked) No rest for the guilty, no rest for the dead No rest for the insane voices that are screaming in my head (No rest for the wicked)