and getting bored Superman is paralyzed there?s no one else to save our lives demons from dark brotherhood they mostly came from Hollywood but The Devil came from Texas
me and I'm from The East coast, where a nigga like you get that fat? And since you came out gassed, well, I'm closin' your gas cap The creature, from
from inside in myself Lyrics like a counseled weapon sendin' you bitches straight to hell Burnin' up just like in Waco Texas, heatin' up your necklace Scorchin' up your afro the devil
There's a darkside of Texas too, word to syndicate No matter how intricate shit gets, the hit you get Joe Crack, yeah man on fire Conversatin with the devil
there's somethin on yo' mind recline and check this Song smooth not reckless We can get high and ride from 'side to texas Give the game up since I came
have to kill 'em That ain't the reason my folks came here The old lady came out on the porch Took her in the house, sit on the flo' Man, what you came
and rambled all through the wide world. And the world was Kentucky, and then Tennessee, West Virginia to Texas, everything in between. And her name would be different from
on a mission came Dust devils danced before them In the path of the hurricane On the road to Oklahoma Through the flatlands from L.A. From the shadows in the valley From
map now Who you think done gave directions? From the top and back down, we rep the country to perfection Don't it look so slum with 55 from New York down to Texas? Hella poor straight from
first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up Down in the state of South Carolina The song had been written and recorded by a man named T. Texas
Organized graffiti lectures in can control Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache I'm much too much for any demon style to master me From
burnin' rubber in somebody baby mother From the gutter diggin' in your trash can Fuckin' with my niggas it'll be your last dance I came up off the cut
to told ya Rollin' Seville (Rollin' Seville) Grippin' my steal (Grippin' my steal) My Tahoe real, man, I'm workin' wood wheel Sedan DeVille (Sedan DeVille
This will be a message to all those who say they Texas made I confess I got the best of all mixtapes that Texas made Really ain't nothin left to say,
was the dream of every cowboy in the land But try they might as sure is right they'll wind up in the sand A brag came up from Texas by the name of Too
sure-fire aim Davy, Davy Crockett, the champion of us all! Headed back to war from the ol' home place, but Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase Fightin' an' burnin' at a devil
speaks of war One tour of duty on a foreign shore Fightin' for his way home Fightin' for his way home Returnin' home to his native land Left New York for Texas
it oughta been Twenty-three houses, fourteen saloons, And a feed mill in nineteen-thirty. Had a neon sign, said "Squealer Feeds" And the bus came through