Death Tour Songtext
von Death Tour

Ain′t no bitch gonna be testing my meddle
Death tour demon dogs you not on our level

Blood stained rebel
Eyes of a devil
Finger on the trigger
Bitch just let go

Fearless Soulja
Bonded blood in this bitch til it's all over
Keep my composure
Feeding the beast from the deep
A feast better warn em
Taking no orders
We reek of disorder
Releasing the mortar
Increasing the torture
Better be seeking the lord when we be on your corner


I consist of red water, sex appeal plus misery
More than black identity, bitch I′ma entity
Problem wit my family then I got an enemy
Blood pact tendency
Real nigga energy

Cause we Death Tour demon dogs
Riding til the wheels fall off

Worldwide
Are you ready to die

Death Tour demon dogs
Riding til the wheels fall off

Worldwide
Are you ready to die

Death Tour demon dogs
Riding til the wheels fall off

Die
We all die

It's that blood pact gang shit
Pull it out and aim shit
We not on the same shit but you already know

Can't talk to a nigga that look like this
(In) case you couldn′t tell, I′m really that bitch
Magnificent but not content
Til we get a bag and it augment


On something you can't process
Our presence like a bomb threat
My anger is constant
And you standing too close

We forget how to act
If the bag ain′t exact
It ain't nothing abstract
We just sticking to the pact