Chorus x3 Evertime I see you slippin' I go and reach for my mac 10 Victims of my devils playground
(koopsta knicca) Damn I'm about to bust a cap up in these tricks Chris I'm thinkin' deadly and I'm scopin' with that infarred Kickin' it with the hardest click Leavin' bodies rottin' up in them ditches Man what's done if my tongue hits like a ton of brizicks Koops not concerned I let you burn and burn and burn Everything in the prophecy has been demonically read So I learned Deep in the morgue Lie corps in the quateras They wanna face in a line of order Can you place this shit When you crawled up on the red man You bounce set up in this bitch Sittin' man and thinkin' Though my dreams I hear little kids screamin Poor preachers I waited for hangin' Which got me like bored in the psycho ward like daily The 6-6-6 mystery man Is takin' me straight to insanity Could it be a dimension of witches that bring out voices That issue more tragedies The seas of cries Will soon be turning Your fuckin' life over Left the priest and island bleeding of four leaf clover Then I crinkle enough of these slugs ? ? I'd rather be mugged to drink up a pint of his blood
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