Came Correct by N Sane & Dub DeVille
Sick, sadistic, twisted, evil. Order of Spit: Dub DeVille, N Sane
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Lyrics
(Dub DeVille)
A wise man asks a question
Curiosity kills the point
If you find the answer's destined
Philosophy fills the void
Illogically iller noise
Thriller..
Deville will getcha..
Death comes correct
You hold your tounge under a breath
It trembles your flesh
Better hold your breath now
Don't let out end up dead clown
Thought he was funny
Son we paintin' red frowns
Black tears drip, drip, drip down
The path of evil
You try to laugh at me, though?
Smile while you get that cheese
Go on get that better piece
Know you ain't gon' catch me preach
To the choir,
Backwards angels bleed in the fire
Look me in these eyes
before you see the entire picture
Would I really desire to getcha?
Hitcha for the stick up?
Wit' some get up deaf funk
Is you deaf 'mon?
Think before you speak
Listen before you act
And if you think you seein' me
You must've been listenin' to the track
(DeVille Chorus)
Thriller..
Deville will getcha..
Hitcha for the stick up
Wit' some, get up, deaf funk
Is you deaf son?
You hear the shots rang out
For whom the bell tolls
It's a lesson..
(N Sane)
I'm a carnivore, leave you tarnished and worn
Searchin for gore, carvin ya whore, but I'm starvin for more
I'm morbid, there's ya warnin, call the coroner in the mornin
I'm waitin on the corner, it's gon be so bad I'M wishin YOU was never born
Nah no sympathy sent from me, look at the width of these, length of these
Withering weaponry, the blithering Jeckyll be
Mr. Hyde, got you mystified, from my misery ministry
The sinning sinister, slithering menace, me
Have a tragic loss in ya nation, better act quick and call for ya patrons
Cause I'll get in these altercations and alter your faces
I'm a masked myth, put you in places where you never seen shit black as this
I'll outlast your fits, your antagonist is a massochist
It'll be your last night when I cause a shower of ruckus
In a past life I was born in the Tower of London
So ya little lads and lasses are never never lastin
Put ya in a casket ya bloody bloody bastards
(N Sane Chorus)
It's N Sane out the asylum, only been tamed by the violence
Can't maintain how I'm wildin, while in pain I'm just smilin
My only satisfaction is to feed my taste for action
Without grace, I'm laughin, still in my straightjacket
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