I was never promised heaven, out the womb in 97
These rhymes that I’m kickin make you second guess your blessings
A funeral procession for the devils I’m possessing
A raw rugged man with a featureless expression
Taking whack mc’s to the grave it’s a must
You muthaf#ckas really should spontaneously combust
Your music makes me sick and leaves me loathing in disgust
Buried in the dirt six feet deep you are encrust
Materials to end your life I pack it in my trunk
Shot you in the head what you was thinkin now been thunk
Wrap you up in in cellophane and take you to the dump
The bottom of my boot is covered in your brain chunks
This decrepit rap, you get no slack, step up yo sh#t
You try to rap like this but ya getcha throat slit
I recommend you stop your trends, just go and f#ckin quit
Or consider suicide but this time you commit, b#tch
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake, christ is dead he burns at the stake
What the f#ck you thought this was I ain’t believing sh#t
You might but I promise he ain’t helping you through this
So go ahead and pray and start to grip that crucifix
Cause that muthaf#cka will not hear you screaming for the end
Cthulhu calls me deep as I keep traveling through this void
Cosmic horrors revealed through the static and white noise
No longer feel the fear but you remain paranoid
You will face the terror it’s impossible to avoid
Fiery depths a gasping breath your livelihood unfolds
Even though it’s warm you feel your body turns cold
Wishin you was happy with material golds
Proving that your worthless items do not save your soul
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Tommy Wit Da Tone Lyrics – Never Promised Heaven ’97