Deadman PDM Project PDM      The sattelite systems attractin the voices barcode   GPS and the radiation from your cellphone   Demon clones chromosomes and yet we all condone   Mass production equals depletion of the ozone      we read your fake ass like a book      PDM tell me what does it mean   Terrifying shit that'll make a mother fucker scream   A raising of the wicked and self inflicted      Self inflicted this life is self inflicted self inflicted      All your troubles and all you do      Wicked is how I'm depicted arrested but never convicted   Prozak, King Gordy, Tecca Ninna Self Inflicted      ACCESS DENIED      Get a body bag don't cross us or die slow   I'll put those niggas from your hood in a body bag      You better believe that shit is wicked and self inflicted      dead   Cocaine drains from my nose my t-shirt stained with red      The walking dead coinsides with the devil   You see my face penetrating through your mind   My body walks the earth in vein until the end of time      Torture's like the rain through the tunnel   The ground crunches with bones as blood drips in puddles   It's kind of subtle how death embalms you   And cardiac arrest will calm you as the cemetary calls for you      Cock the hammer back let it go get my dick sucked at the show   Enemies all engulfed in flames shotgun cocks when I blow your brains   Now I'm one will inflict the pain when I diss I say no names      Bitches aint shit the scripts been flipped tonight      No rest for the angels no rest for the demons   No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin   No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead   No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my head      We're Project Deadman and we're bringin that sound   We're from the murder glove bitch we got issues   We got the wicked shit we'll never let it down   Project Deadman more underground the hell      Ashes to ashes and dust to dust   Rest in Peace mother fucker confession will make your soul crush      Nuthin to fear but fear itself on the day of the dead      All my fuckin life I been insane   And every fuckin day I feel the blood rain   And everything is saved oh it brings pain   All the wicked brains salvation some taint      It's time to go this mother fucker's lookin shady   I saw the look in the face as they tried to play me   Get up got the nerve man it's time to go   Your off the tape man lookin like a little hoe   How much shit can a mother fucker take?   Fuck a damn hater I'm lookin for anotherbreak   Gimme reason why you think I gotta stay here   Don't worry man I'm out I got no fear