Turn Ya Lights On

[Intro]
Hahahaha
Yeah!
Faggots!
Let's go, turn ya lights on, nigga
Listen, uh

[Verse 1]
You scared of the dark, then pray to ya savior to braven ya heart
Around me, the demons is breathin', the heat is a spark
Quicker than gasoline when the match is struck
Hats of rats tatter white, some niggas bag you up
Send ya organs on the black market, price tag you up
Feed you to the evil, see through the eyes of my massacre
Mad man diary, fiery pits of hell
Rivalry so if we die spitefully, execution style
Retribution style, resolution stylе
Televise rеvolution the music is all an illusion
I don't follow confusion, I more eat like savage animals
Or man be slash cannibals rap radical
Wolverine, little but deadly I battle a grizzly
Attack you like candle, dismantle you faggots, come get me
I put the smash on niggas, throw some gas on niggas
Happily laugh, then I put the heat rash on niggas, turn ya lights on

[Chorus]
You better turn ya lights on, turn ya lights on
Turn ya lights on, it's goin' down
You better turn ya lights on, turn ya lights on
Turn ya lights on, when you around me
Fo' pounds, bustin' rounds, lay you on the concrete
Eight shots to ya body, you don't really want beef
Twelve niggas to a army, you gon' get yo' ass beat
One nigga with a temper and a burner, that's me

[Verse 2]
I'm petrified of this sac religion, the paragraph ammunition
That I'm spittin' got you shittin', ya bladder pissin'
My baby created got ya Pamper soaked
Put you in a panther choke, squeeze like pythons on rabbits throats
My rhyme is a virus with no anitdote, pull the trigger of my chrome
Can at Christians cabins like a cantaloupe
Wrap you in a coffin, throw ya body on a bonfire
For tryin' to box with God, wrap ya arms in barbwire
Prior to rappin', I was drug traffickin'
Phantom with drug addicts and handlin' drug habits
And scramblin' drug packages, randomly drug shatters some families
Gun patents and batteries, unravel the agony
Unsatisfactory behaviors, is what I'm majorin'
Christians sayin' God ain't even interested in savin' 'em
So what a waste for him, a grave to Heaven or Hell
Nobody's hatin' him, they forsaken him, he's raisin' hell

[Chorus]
You better turn ya lights on, turn ya lights on
Turn ya lights on, it's goin' down
You better turn ya lights on, turn ya lights on
Turn ya lights on, when you around me
Fo' pounds, bustin' rounds, lay you on the concrete
Eight shots to ya body, you don't really want beef
Twelve niggas to a army, you gon' get yo' ass beat
One nigga with a temper and a burner, that's me

[Interlude: Aasim & Big Mike]
The kid, Big Mike
Aasim
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 3]
Center my mind enters some kind of a trance
I dance with the devil to nirvana rebel with circumstance
The merciless mad scientist, the universe's menace
I apply pressure to heavyweights, reduce 'em to feathers
Forever my reign of terror calculated, serial killer status
Ran page in and out my rage 'til I'm captured
Worried, stab you in ya corne'
Just the nut I need and I'm only gettin' horny, turn ya lights on

[Outro: Aasim & Big Mike]
Fuckin' faggots
You motherfuckers
You won't come fo' me, nigga
Better bring all ya guns, nigga
Better bring a whole army with you, nigga
Better bring like a million niggas with you, baby
'Cause you know I got a million plus with me, nigga
Matter of fact, fuck that, I don't even need a million, nigga
I come by myself, nigga
One gun, nigga
Mad clips, nigga
Holla
The kid Big Mike
Young Aasim
EOB, Bad Boy
Consider the pressure applied, bitches