Devils Don't Stop. Words and music by Nox Jaborosa

Devils Don't Stop

Let me out, Words and Music by Nox Jaborosa.

Let Me Out

It's been a long time but I haven't forgotten.

Words and Music by Nox Jaborosa

Zimmerman’s a child killer
Who Laid down Trayvon
That kid could have been anything
But now he’s all gone

Zimmerman followed him
For no reason at all
Unloaded a pistol 
Into a child’s heart
The kid bled out around
The street from his home
Just To make matters worse
They said the boy was a thug
This country’s disgusting
Something’s got to be done

Zimmerman’s a weakling
Not a man but a whore
A fucking bitch of the devil
Christian rock to the core

Down at the station
They brought Georgie in
Rolled out the red carpet
Crackers broke into grins
Zimmerman went free
With a pat on the back
just to polish his gun
and smile on TV

Trayvon’s parents are better than me
I would have cut his head off on NBC
Thrown it at the Westboro church
Straight at the priest
Pissed down his throat
And run through the streets
Screaming at the world
You just took my child

Zimmerman’s a weakling
Not a man but a whore
A fucking bitch of the devil
Pussy to the core

White trash to the rescue
sending Georgie some cash
then they stood up
and defended his ass

While Trayvon’s room is empty
Georgie boy is counting his money
Twirling his gun and rubbing his tiny nuts
That fuck isn’t haunted at all
Surrounded by cracker cops and friends
Sooner or later they’ll slip their defense

Zimmerman’s a weakling
Not a man but a whore
A fucking bitch of the devil
A sucker to the fucking core

Uniformed bitches killed 
Plenty since then
Trayvon became just one of them
Crackers say they’re pro life
But what about black death
Secret is they like what the KKK says
Cracker kids can’t amount to shit so
They complain all day about immigrants
But it’s their own fucking ignorance
Won’t open a book 
Or even their eyes
That’s why it’s such a surprise
When they’re on their last dime

If you think this country’s for you
Your blood better be blue
If you don’t take the fight to them
They’re gonna bring it to you.

Zimmerman

It’s Monday morning and I’m
Pulling in late 
but thank God
My boy has the timecards faked
Bitch of a boss is looking for me
Bitch even times when I pee
Fuck that hoe 
One day I’m gonna go
Right on her desk
Tell that bitch
Guess what’s next
poop
Wasn’t made to be a 
God damned slave
Shut up and get to work
Is what everybody says
I Got to Shuck and Jive
Got to beat this 
9 to 5

I hear these fucking 
Parents always say
forget your dreams
And get a job one day
I want to smack them
In the god damned face
And tell them they’re
A damned disgrace

Lunch is that time of day
Time to sneak out of that jail and play
The weedstop is on my way
In the whip I’ll burn my lungs and say:

One day this’ll be behind you
Remember Nox you’re a guy who
Invented himself in the wild
One day you’ll be
Riding in style

Until then I’ll be high
As the space station
Watching these suits
In corporate rotation
For these fucks
It ain’t about business
It’s really just their sickness


Wasn’t made to be a 
God damned slave
Shut up and get to work
Is what everybody says
I Got to Shuck and Jive
Got to beat this 
9 to 5

WorkDay

Vietnam, Syria, and Afghanistan
War Devils won’t quit bombing until 
There’s a war they actually win
Even if it’s with shoeless peasants
Throwing rocks and shitting in buckets
They’ll need the drones and rockets
Jets, they’ll need a squadron

Fuck Trump and Fuck Bill Clinton
In fact motherFuck all of em
It’s the same corporate dick they’re sucking
Fuck you if you think they’re any different
Or even motherfucking relevant

They’re the shadow 
Not the substance
It’s the fucking corporations
They’re the New Nations

So while americans are waving the flag
And worshipping the latest scumbag
Rich fucks are having a laugh
On your fucking kid’s behalf

Lighting a cigar
Eating boluga caviar
Kissing the priest at the pulpit
While poor sons are taking bullets

Hospitals, housing projects
The smart bombs don’t care
They’ll light em all up
They don’t give a fuck

When they’re done burning through soldiers
They’re gonna stop those abortions
Fresh young for fodder
Paying for sins of the fathers

War Devils

Can’t fool me bitch
Your world isn’t shit
Expect me to slave on
And Not expect dick
American dream’s phony
Like the words of a snitch

Nox was fat and ugly
But had a psychotic temper on me 
Got used
To bitches never feeling me 
Black sheep of the family
So young Nox understood the world early

White black or grey
Most men are born slaves
Typical Moms and bitch ass dads
Fucking Raised em that way
All crackers want is toilers these days
If son makes it out the battlefield
Into the cubicle he goes
Faking fucking numbers
And Cooking the books
So his boss can fucking blame him
When the shit all goes bust

This country’s flimsy
Ain’t gonna stand up
To fucking Russia and 
Their lady boy, trump

If you think that cracker’s 
making things great
Turn off my music
You made a mistake
Call me a snowflake
But call it to my face

You cowards won’t do it
Cause you know you’re all wrong
You know you’re going down
You know it’s not long

Stop fucking hating and
Get on your work
Go ahead and do something
Shut the fuck up

Can't Fool Me

Revolution Will Be Censored

Nutz as Fuck \\
…So much acid in my system
It’ll be a week before I sleep again
After heavy tripping that shit takes my vision
I’m soaring through the sky 
Flying over green meadows
See those houses below me
How many different worlds can there be
Come back for a minute hit the bong for a minute then Get right back up in it
I come back and I’m manic
Fucking drooling in a panic
Next thing you know Nox is standing
Headed out the door to the chariot
Get in start it up I’m shouting
Tell motherfucking god I’m coming
Get those angels to protect him
I got a beef I’m sweating
Engine revving tires peeling
Got the spirit of mister eval 
Oh shit uniform behind me
Lights on fool catching up
Shut those lights go into stealth
Up ahead a spot tucked in the dark
Pull right off behind some shrubs
Just the spot where I can watch 
Now there’s two bullies passing by
Engines growling across the night
They don’t see me don’t know why
I got the whip just out of sight
Then they fire up those lights
Start pointing them to the side
All that acid still on a ride
I let back the seat and Shut my eyes 
Cops still there just not disguised
I see those devils right behind
Those baby blue Boy Scout eyes
They won’t see me not tonight
I’m in that shady spot just right
Horn burps I hear their radio
Blaring that they’ll find me soon
And fuck my ass up when they do
But these fucks don’t know what I’ve been through
just a whiteboy never rude but I’ll skin 
A dude if needed to
So I start screaming at em
Fuck you cops what about it
Kiss my ass you stupid pricks
Such A great idea the acid said
But now they got a clue to my direction
But your boy Nox still ain’t sweating
I got tricks up my sleeve and the 
Universe is working through me

Acid Story Part 1

Close My Eyes

Mixture of Marilyn Manson, Eminem, Rage Against the Machine with elements of techno and the rawness due to my lack of studio experience.

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