S.R.T. Demon On Dubs By T-$tyle

High Velocity Chopper Rap, fast high hats and claps, Grimey style rap beat

V4.5-ALL

(chorus)

They told me to own all my demons
so I let em out to play now there plotting and skeman. They whispered in my ear we need a way to get around town. so I said let's seeman? I went and bought a car later that evenin now ride around sitting on 20s is the SRT Demon. yeah! The SRT Demon! now I own my demons yeahh now I own all my demons.

(1st verse)

Riding around with my demons in a demon on dubs what's the cost to do that about 30,000 bucks then all the upgrades I added and after market shit now it kicks and it bucks smash the gas and throw ya ass in the back seat of a demon on dubs the type of car that make a gold digger straight fall in love and love spelled backwards equals all my demons riding in a demon on dubs I don't know how many calories is in a benz or a beamer but it eats them Mutha fuckers up all day long I don't care if yo shit is new or a old school sleeper that 345 hemi says go to sleep to a sleeper
and you can put that bet on that vet then lost the pink slip  to the vet later that evenin
because the 20s on the demon were quicker to catch the pavement after all the ripping and screaming we burn rubber Mutha fucka does the quarter in the low 9's
so move the fuck out the way if you see my headlights coming up from behind and you hear the hemi growling it's a sure sighn I'm whipping and I'm dippin not falling behind specially if the red and blues are behind me then I drive it like it's stolen yeah I get away every time every time yeah you heard me I said every time every time even if I roll it I'm gonna be just fine got the rollcage reinforced in the frame so Rollin it is not on my mind just grabbing gears like a Mutha fucker that shits sublime like when the beat compliments your lyric sheet and syllables be poppin perfect to a beat that's master piece of a rhyme perfectly placed and perfectly timed noise that create platinum done by a golden genius's mind mixed with some help from the demons that lurk in the mind and always on the grind I tell em EBAH Mutha fucka when girls ask me what is my sighn if you don't know what that is go listen to a song by the homie Arron Yates also known as Tech Nine then your answer to that question will surely be one can find now I'm out and about and I'm gonna get mine yeah gonna get mine

(chorus)

(2nd verse)

R T is on swell now grabbing gears cuz I'm hell bound made a stop in the flames near a brimstone castle the owner of it said he wanted to play some stupid ass games because he's a lame dick asshole so I hit the gas sir go faster quad exhaust with a true cold air intake fuck a flomaster picked my demons up on the way now we a Rollin disaster I can be one cold bastard and devil behind the wheel of a demon on dubs all after burner no rutter burning rubber on these Mutha fuckers  passing these fieners, cluckers, and suckers every last one of these muthafuckers took jonnys golden fiddle and sprinted down to gorgia to give it back to Johnny but he wasn't home he was stuck drunk on a hickory stump with the devil taking shots of whiskey and plotting So I said jump in passenger side I'm hollow on the inside and rotting smash the gas again to take it to a gallup from trotting 400 ponys pulling that steel body  veering off the track and the subject sorry I scatter brained that when your brain is  bird shotting doing 160 down a I 5 corridor hoping I don't head any parts dropping cuz even if I do I'm not stopping so when y'all leave a sigh that says gone fishing mine says I went car shopping

(chorus)

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(chorus) They told me to own all my demons so I let em out to play now there plotting and skeman. They whispered in my ear we need a way to get around town. so I said let's seeman? I went and bought a car later that evenin now ride around sitting on 20s is the SRT Demon. yeah! The SRT Demon! now I own my demons yeahh now I own all my demons. (1st verse) Riding around with my demons in a demon on dubs what's the cost to do that about 30,000 bucks then all the upgrades I added and after market shit now it kicks and it bucks smash the gas and throw ya ass in the back seat of a demon on dubs the type of car that make a gold digger straight fall in love and love spelled backwards equals all my demons riding in a demon on dubs I don't know how many calories is in a benz or a beamer but it eats them Mutha fuckers up all day long I don't care if yo shit is new or a old school sleeper that 345 hemi says go to sleep to a sleeper and you can put that bet on that vet then lost the pink slip to the vet later that evenin because the 20s on the demon were quicker to catch the pavement after all the ripping and screaming we burn rubber Mutha fucka does the quarter in the low 9's so move the fuck out the way if you see my headlights coming up from behind and you hear the hemi growling it's a sure sighn I'm whipping and I'm dippin not falling behind specially if the red and blues are behind me then I drive it like it's stolen yeah I get away every time every time yeah you heard me I said every time every time even if I roll it I'm gonna be just fine got the rollcage reinforced in the frame so Rollin it is not on my mind just grabbing gears like a Mutha fucker that shits sublime like when the beat compliments your lyric sheet and syllables be poppin perfect to a beat that's master piece of a rhyme perfectly placed and perfectly timed noise that create platinum done by a golden genius's mind mixed with some help from the demons that lurk in the mind and always on the grind I tell em EBAH Mutha fucka when girls ask me what is my sighn if you don't know what that is go listen to a song by the homie Arron Yates also known as Tech Nine then your answer to that question will surely be one can find now I'm out and about and I'm gonna get mine yeah gonna get mine (chorus) (2nd verse) R T is on swell now grabbing gears cuz I'm hell bound made a stop in the flames near a brimstone castle the owner of it said he wanted to play some stupid ass games because he's a lame dick asshole so I hit the gas sir go faster quad exhaust with a true cold air intake fuck a flomaster picked my demons up on the way now we a Rollin disaster I can be one cold bastard and devil behind the wheel of a demon on dubs all after burner no rutter burning rubber on these Mutha fuckers passing these fieners, cluckers, and suckers every last one of these muthafuckers took jonnys golden fiddle and sprinted down to gorgia to give it back to Johnny but he wasn't home he was stuck drunk on a hickory stump with the devil taking shots of whiskey and plotting So I said jump in passenger side I'm hollow on the inside and rotting smash the gas again to take it to a gallup from trotting 400 ponys pulling that steel body veering off the track and the subject sorry I scatter brained that when your brain is bird shotting doing 160 down a I 5 corridor hoping I don't head any parts dropping cuz even if I do I'm not stopping so when y'all leave a sigh that says gone fishing mine says I went car shopping (chorus)

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