Lyrics

It's still me against the world Free speech without reserve It's still me against the church There is demons in my words When I'm dreaming up a verse I can hear them screaming Meaning that you're leaving in a hearse What's next for me in life? I ain't asking for advise I want your money and your jewelry Ain't asking for it twice I will burn in paradise so I'm better off in hell With a whiskey in my hand and a story to tell I'm the dead man walking Half dead zombie Back up off me One man army You're better off just leaving me alone You don't wanna wake the monster That is lurking in my bones Have the nerve to call my phone And I will find out where you live Plant a bag of C4 and blow your premises to bits I'm cutting down your family tree Count your blessings if you ever think of messing with me 'Cause I'm aggressive, psychoactive, most definitely The top of the food chain is where I happen to be I'm the dead man walking Half dead zombie (Back up off me) One man army It's still me against the world It's still me against the church There is demons in my words I can hear them screaming You're better off just leaving me alone You don't wanna wake the monster That is lurking in my bones Have the nerve to call my phone And I will find out where you live Plant a bag of C4 and blow your premises to bits
Writer(s): Stephanie Marie Rainey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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