[Devil]
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Yeah.......
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It's that 1 triple 9 for that ass
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Out the west side of the 619 area
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[Mr. Shadow]
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I think I'm goin crazy
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Lately I've been feelin the need
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To submit a mothafuckin
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Into pain and make him bleed
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Smokin weed with all my crooks
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Let me tell you how it looks
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First we pray em we slay em
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Then we hang em from the hooks
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Readin books on black magic
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It get's tradgic when I curse
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May the lord of hell be with you
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While you're ridin in a hearse
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Tottin a toe tag inside of a human zip-lock
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I be the witch doc
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You wanted to be my competition
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Now it's pitch dark
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In you coffin as coughin
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Off the doujha that I'm chokin
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Lynchin mothafuckas
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For the actions their provokin
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Taken a fake individual
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Teach em lesson they'll never forget
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I'm the mister pain inflicter
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From the pits I bring you death
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Smith and West out one to your chest
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Took your breath layed you to rest
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Mr. Shadow pages are read
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Of the bald head thug claimin the west
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Blessed with the preyer of the sick
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Triple 6 a 19
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Hittin blunts and getting blitz trick
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[Chorus: Devil]
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It's the harvestor of sorrows
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You care for no tomorrow
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Eyes are being hollowed
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The days are being borrowed
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Follow me the Shadow
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Through the valley of the lost
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You play the game of life
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So you have to pay the cost
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[Repeat 2x]
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[Mr. Shadow]
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Death wish granted
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Expiren these ass holes
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Makin mothafuckas take cover
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Hold one another
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Cause they know I blast hoes
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Now who knows where I'm gonna be strikin next
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Hope for the best but expect the rest
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To be the worst encounter
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Of the hour now we're in the west
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It's the Shadow over castin
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Blastin any body that askin questions
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Actions of a soldier fuck your thoughts
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I'll rise your blood preasure
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You're in the room for emergencies
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Soon you'll feel the tendecies
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To slice your throat avoidin facing me
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You're makin me lose my temper
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Don't you remember
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I'm still the Woptown Crazy
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San Diego county gang member
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I'm in this business if you like it or not
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I'm that physco mothafucka
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Selling units like rocks
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I plot history makin events
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Like blowin up your convelense homes
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And I am known for using
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Dianomite and silicon
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I'm on a mission and it just don't stop
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So when I cock the glock you better drop
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Or catch a hot one to your knot
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Bitch
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[Chorus]
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[Mr. Shadow]
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I see the darkness it my heart
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When I blow mothafuckas domes apart
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I make em collapse perhaps
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You wanna be another tourture
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For my staff so I bust a cap
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And it's like that
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I'm at the cemetry smokin weed
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With 12 other demons
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And with me it's 13
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I got the gilotine
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For them back stabbin sluts
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Decappitation is a must
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And you know in death is who we trust
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So bust slugs if you can
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And if it jams then your fucked
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The Planet of the Evil
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Leads to where we bust
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[Chours]
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Harvester of Sorrow
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Mr. Shadow |