Demons surround me all the time/Now pick up your psychic line
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
Demons surround me all the time (Put it on my).....
-Bizzy Bone-
Nobody believes.../
Nobody believes me, even my baby girl/
See I was raised up on that ouija in my crazy world/
Better take it easy/
(Sang) Outta my mind, outta my mind/
outta my mind, outta my brains, brains/
7th Sign time, in a line, shine, fin to bye-bye, die die, bang bang/
Hit 'em with that woo-woo, and that flip-flop flown-n-low/
Steady as we roll/
Maybe you don't know, oh/
Get away for safety, in a coma like state, invade me/
Everyone say: "Hey, hey, he's crazy"/
Premenitions, kick pushin' daisies/
Wait, they chase to slay me/
Paranoid, mortal to the paranormal, jumpin' out portals/
Kinetical energy formal in the global get warmer/
Mormons may mourn, may Messiahs be born, torn in the purgatory/
Sworn to violence, silence, word my bond/
Get ya story on, call me, saw me in the army gatherin' in harmony/
Hardly in all we be so salty
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
Talk to the walkin' dead, crossroads, call on the Rev., lost souls/
And I'm off in a coffin' tossin' my memoirs, oh no/
In the closet, come open the door, what do you see?/
A funeral/
Usually closest to kosher 'til I see some loved ones, don't go/
Get it crucial, pick up the psychic line/
Future to before time in the sinister mind of spiritual wicked/
Intertwined with weak souls, come kick it/
Written, rewind, get it, look out, hit it, rise/
Dig it, wig out, feel it, ride/
Mimic, die/
Nigga, fly/
Boom bye-bye/
My kind in time, 7th Sign, 7th Sign (7th Sign)/
Time after time get mine, gon' get mine/
Pick up the phone line, pick up the phone line,
ready for truth on the loose?/
Got a dime or two and I'm liable to tell you, only if you know, wooo/
He flew right bye you, true/
Demons follow and resume from the womb in the tomb/
I fool you, boom, boom, boom/
B-b-b-boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom