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(chorus) x2 |
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Die!!!, I choose before you |
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One by one we will pick you |
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You will die!!! |
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(f**k it....psychological) |
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Verse one: |
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Siccmade music comin up out yo seat |
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Catch the reeper night crawler creeper |
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Dig a ditch get a bitch nigga dig a ditch deeper |
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I'ma take yo head with this street sweeper |
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Leave yo brains on yo speaker |
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Smash off in yo jeep |
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Do the bitches i'ma get real hostle |
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Get the signal model in stroddle |
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Smash down on the throddle |
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More scratch than lucky luciano |
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Serve more mutha f**kas than gronnup |
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Creep up on ya like dunnup |
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Send on to ya forehead and then like they said I fled |
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Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed |
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Take ya wife rape her no caper |
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Tie the bitch to the bed |
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Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge |
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Real lunatic and sicc-fed |
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And thats some sentimental shit |
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I just might drip cream from my dick |
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When I'm off that |
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Smirnoff gin mix with o.e. I'm hard and wet |
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O.e. kept tellin' me no |
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But this smirnoff gin kept tellin' me yes |
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Mess maker raper |
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All about my paper |
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Throw yo hands over yo eyes |
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As yo thoughts intensify yo will (die!!!) |
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(chorus) x2 |
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(deep voice) |
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Greetings..have a seat |
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Let me be the first to actually greet you to the basement |
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We've heard you've been busy |
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Ahaha we've heard you've been busy |
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We've learn from above that you've been |
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Doin' a little bit of this |
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Doin' a little bit of that |
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Stealing peoples scratch |
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Stabbin' in the back |
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We don't think it's fair ! |
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When we found you you were nothing |
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Now you are our nothing |
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Is there room for unrest |
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Die.... you will !!! |
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(chorus) |
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I promise |
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Verse two: |
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I'm wes craven on paper |
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So plug yo pussy clips |
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Cause I get sicker than a sifilous dick |
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And yo mama won't like my shit nigga |
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Admit if you was sittin up in yo room hi |
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Loaded up in yo tape deck ready to write yo tape next |
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Me I do hot sex |
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Razor blade and alcohol swarzanigga ceremonial ripsneck |
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Then I write my shit next |
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So feel yo insides and yo intestins when you mix me wit |
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The wisky tell'em situation risky wit a nailgun through |
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Yo eye you will |
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I got this endo suckin me dry |
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I got this slut bitch suckin me dry |
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Bout to wet the bed up |
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It was the perfect setup |
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Bloody sheets (bloody sheets) |
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No body (no body) |
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No murder weapon |
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I got this endo suckin me dry |
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I got this slut bitch suckin me dry |
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It was the perfect setup |
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Bout to wet the bed up |
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Bloody sheets |
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No body (no body) |
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No murder weapon |
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(chorus) x4 |
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Thats why we die x8 |
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Thats my name don't wear it out |
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You don't know about my whereabouts |
