An Evil State of Mind (The Death Hip Hop)By Sullivan ShelbloodA Rap

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, all, it's time.

It's time, all (aight, all, begin).

Straight out the dead dungeons of rap.

The monster drops deep as does my angel.

I never kill, 'cause to kill is the dad of angell.

Beyond the walls of murderers, life is defined.

I think of darkness when I'm in an evil state of mind.

Hope the gear got some sheer.

My shear don't like no dirty clear.

Run up to the peer and get the fear.

In an evil state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The rotted monster?

You complain about light.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the archangel.

I'm rappin' to the death,

And I'm gonna move your breath.

Poor, small, pathetic, like a deer

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a gear.

I can't take the light, can't take the life.

I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no knife.

I'm rappin' to the breath,

And I'm gonna move your death.

Yea, yaz, in an evil state of mind.

When I was young my dad had a knife.

I waz kicked out without no life.

I never thought I'd see that rife.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my dad's alewife.

A depressed dark is quite the arc.