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(KRIZZ KALIKO) |
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Hahaha, peek-a-boo. I see you. Hahaha. Aww. What's the matter? You don't love me anymore? |
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Hahaha. Peek-a-boo niggas. Yea. I see ya. Big Krizz Kaliko, baby. Kali baby. |
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Twiztid |
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Prozak |
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. Yea. Strange Music and Psychopathic holdin' down the underground. Still |
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Like this... |
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It ain't over when ya think it's exonerated, gonna hate it, |
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It's on on sight and you think I ain't the type (Right) |
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And Christmas ain't enough to make Krizz miss |
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Hit 'em in the middle of 'em turn 'em into Swiss Miss, this |
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Too hard to turn back when it's irreconcilable, |
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Tempers is volatile when you feel you got violence all bottled up |
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I'mma sum it up |
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I'mma change my angle from an angel to gettin' niggas runnin' up |
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Ain't a gangsta or soldier but thanks to ignorant niggas now I got a chip on my shoulder |
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It started in the eightees, baby went, crazy, maybe been, Hades, but I'm heaven sent |
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You can see it on my face I'm a saint |
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That don't mean I can't go real hard in the paint |
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My mind at a place but with medicine |
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I'll be much better in a week or two, |
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if not peek-a-boo |
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(CHORUS) |
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Peek-a-boo. I see you. Tell me what you're gonna do. (PEEK-A-BOO!) |
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Peek-a-boo. You see me. Standing right in front of you. (I SEE YOU!) |
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Peek-a-boo. I see you. Now it comes right back to you. (PEEK-A-BOO!) |
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Peek-a-boo. Okay, go. ???? (I SEE YOU!) |
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(PROZAK) |
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Yo, some say my candle burns at both ends |
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Insanity in my brain stems |
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I think these are the reasons I have no friends |
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You begin to choke and, ya blood get soaked in, I leave ya dizzy like that bitch Lindsey Lohan |
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There ain't no hope man, go straight to the throat, damn! |
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Prozak and Kaliko, Twiztid, here come the horsemen |
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Always stay renegaded, the solo killa, warfare gorilla, hitchcock, they call me Prozilla |
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So peep da chronicles lyrics so diabolical |
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I'll leave ya brain matter splattered with hair follicles |
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Behold the prophecies before I am done |
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I shall leave a wake of destruction and follow the sun |
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All hail the ominous one |
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who went to prom wit a gun, and now they're screamin' and runnin' |
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But now it's time for the fun |
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Careful never to cross a man when you don't know what he goin' through |
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Prozak, psychopath, bitch, peek-a-boo! |
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(CHORUS) |
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Peek-a-boo. I see you. Tell me what you're gonna do (PEEK-A-BOO!) |
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Peek-a-boo. You see me. Standing right in front of you (I SEE YOU!) |
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Peek-a-boo. I see you. Now it comes right back to you. (PEEK-A-BOO!) |
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Peek-a-boo. Okay, go. ???? (I SEE YOU!) |
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(TWIZTID) |
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I'm sicker than most folks who say they mind twisted |
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Like chrome on gold spokes, pop hoes like No-doz |
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I'm hunting motha****ers down in nightmares |
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Prepare for the chance that I'm there and get your life spared |
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Fight fair? Never, not me, **** with the wrong cat |
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Watch a big dog flee |
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I'm bad news like teen pregnancy |
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and you know at the second you say some shit about me |
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I'm not a bottom feeder |
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Bring the grim reaper to the non believer |
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Tell him death wanna meet ya (Here we go!) |
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Ferocious, the Earth die screamin' |
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invaded by cockroaches and screw fly demons |
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Homicidal, I'm carvin' a final draft, big names with x's through 'em |
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scibbled in my note pad (PEEK-A-BOO!) |
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Cross 'em out and trace 'em like silhouettes, |
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Leave 'em bloody and dismembered so nobody ever forgets (I SEE YOU!) |
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(CHORUS) |
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Peek-a-boo. I see you. Tell me what you're gonna do. (PEEK-A-BOO!) |
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Peek-a-boo. You see me. Standing right in front of you. (I SEE YOU!) |
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Peek-a-boo. I see you. Now it comes right back to you. (PEEK-A-BOO!) |
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Peek-a-boo. Okay, go. ???? (I SEE YOU!) |