We’re all children of God.

[Chorus:]
D-Demons die; D-D-Demons die
Bitch I’m a God’s Hand Killer

{Otis}
Gimme my list
I got this sick vision in my head
I grip an axe in my fist
D-Demons Die
Every time I trip and squeeze the life out of a haterous neck
I got anger in my blood all pumpin’ through my chest
Give me the weapons and a blessin’ as my anger manifests
I’m a monster, Worse than a public official with no conscience
Outta control you can’t stop us
What! Nope, not never givin’ a fuck
I call sleepin’ with a dead bitch bleedin’ livin’ It up
Hell Naw But I gets raw with what I Must
My axe turn you into dust
Give it up to the west side wicked all day
We get it done the only begotten sons don’t play
I’m a ryda and if you muthafuckas lookin’ to survive
Change your life, act right and get canonized
I move smooth with the stealth of a stalka
Death before dishonor like a suicide bomber
I bomb on ya the life force of karma
Be forcin’ my decision to get wicked in cold slaughter
My enemies! The devil ain’t no friend to me
My axe burns with the light of my destiny
I’m blessed to see blood on the river
Souls I deliver
Bitch,
I’m a god’s hand killa!

[Chorus]

{Bonez Dubb}
Samarai
Takin’ away the evil in your brain
Stickin my gintsu in your fuckin’ membrane is that for pain
I let it rain on a muthafuckin’ bitch that I’ve slain
So say my fuckin’ name in vain
Bonez Dubb
They call me that because I’m ready for my fate
My wicked memories remind me of the hate
Now that I regulate Bitch! I rep the A-X-E
Slammin’ a blade up in your head but I’m on the hunt for police
Gonna take one shot
And hit the pot
To fuck the cop
And watch them drop
And gonna keep the peace from the Dubb to the east
Rippin’ through the streets Fuckin’ alive but I’m deceased
I can see the demon beast gotta grip a fuckin’ piece You weak
Ready to take ‘em all and say it’s wrong
To slit a muthafuckin’ throat and use the blood in a bong
Somebody realize we gonna die
The ways you spend the after life is what’s on my mind
Ready to say fuck you to all the demons
You muthafuckas know that we got mad reasons
The season of damnation in a cold-blooded heart
Revolution recognizin’ steady watchin’ from the start
From the paralyzin’ souls survivin’ I don’t be givin’ a fuck at all
Bonez Dubb is cutting’ throats Pro dope and Anti coke
Y’all know me I keep it real for the rillas
Bustin’ off bullets in you sinners, We the God’s Hand Killas

[Chorus x2]



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