PDM Project Deadman Prozak King Gordy MEC      (Prozak)   I sit alone and try to remember why it's obituaries   Diggin up 5 dead bodies so I can play twister and pictionary   Kindy scary how I stay stationary in this monestary   You think it's depressing in the cemetary but it's quite the contrary   Kind of morbid livin in this fucked up world that we call hell   But will somebody please just tell me what the fuck is that smell   Oh it's our own souls decaying the result of our wicked ways   Like eatin a bowl of thumbtacs with a side of razorblades   Oh no my hands are bleeding a side effect of stigmata   Terrorists crash into buildings and they claimin it's for Allah   But I holler at your religion Muslim Hebrew or Christian   Havin visions and preminitions of mankinds crucifictions   The body of christ compells you 'cause you do what the devil tells you   Drugs and alcohol excell you like a dirty pimp that sells you   But I'm not here to condemn you criticize or offend   These are the prophecies of Project Deadman here to tell you      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(2x)      (King Gordy)   I hold there for shock obsorbance when I rock the orbit   For what it's worth I am not normal I am dark and morbid   Escape from hell the devil's trackin me down   He wears all black with a crown with shocks and horns he gotta be found   Slip through the cracks in the ground   Died but I'm back as a baby from Iraq   Who learned first to live Allah decide what truth is   I'm a soldier pack through deserts walkin through deserts   You're down with the presence of a ghost lost in the present   Cursed to lurk the earth desolate hurts but then again   Many havn't experienced the pleasure of pain   I pity you you're pitiful perish in flames   The rap version of Kurt Cobain   It's an honor when Manson let's me watch him snort cocaine   Life of a rockstar of fortune and fame   Until we blow out our brains hahahahahaha      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(6x)      NO REST FOR THE WICKED(2x)