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The Devil's Mansion Lyrics - Artist : South Park Mexican
Ima tell you about a dude I knew named John
Had a wife 4 kids and cool paying job He worked in Pasadena at the chemical plant Had good life insurance with a medical plan John had a cousin named 'Buckshot Ben' They drove around town in a plus drop benz No doubt about it, Ben was keeping it hot Bleeding the block and hoods feining for rock They grew up as kids playing every day But when they got older went separate ways When the family got together they would meet and talk Ben would tell about all the green he clocked He would creep through the town making rounds with his breezy John was amazed because it sounded so easy But Ben needed help so he told his cousin 'Yo, I can show you how to strike gold from nothing' The pain's in your face and you got what it takes of the life you can only imagine For the chances were took, got that cash and a hook Now your time to accept The Devil's Mansion John made decent money but things were tight He remembered Ben's hands and his rings were nice His nails manicured and Versace shirt You could tell he never knew a hard days work Johns job would only be to supervise Never touch the stuff just use his eyes The deal was pretty sweet 3 G's a week Only how could he tell his wife she would freak But he took Ben's offer then told him at first That he would have still have to act he was still going to work He woke up early but she was slowly learnin' He coming back late and his clothes ain't dirty So she's asking questions and it's bad confessions He goes ahead and tells her that his last profession wasn't paying him enough and hes tired of strugglin' He got with Buckshot now they're finally bubblin' The pain's in your face and you got what it takes of the life you can only imagine For the chances were took, got that cash and a hook Now your time to accept The Devil's Mansion His wife hits the wall she ain't trying to listen She gots two uncles thats dying in prison She talks about jobs where you need guns And slanging cocaine happens to be one People don't play by the rules in this Think about me and these beautiful kids But Johns sick and tired plus his boss were prejudice Every day at work they talk shit to the Mexicans You don't want to go back so he's not listening He tells his wife 'Baby let me make these dividends' But Ben was getting watched by the Feds already Nobody knew that his time on the streets was ending They recorded conversations on the phone and heard Johns voice a hundred times speaking on their birth He got 20 Never seen his kids grow up His wife's heart tore up Its all for what The pain's in your face and you got what it takes of the life you can only imagine For the chances were took, got that cash and a hook Now your time to accept The Devil's Mansion |
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