The black magic
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My doll trouble
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Voodoo and wicked spells
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I dwell my scales
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My brain bleeds bloody tales
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Just a tomb tormenty axe
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With a swinging axe
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Attacks any person that moves for or steps back
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Relax muthafukas the secrete lyes in the souls
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Barely creeps so deep all the way til nine feet
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An entrance to whom to my home sweet home
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With fires burning your urine
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For another House of Krazees song
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The ROC that is me
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Im taking you on a trip
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My nuts still dragging like a ball and chain
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My dicks the whip
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You can't hide and you can't run from the son of
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Guns has yo ass screaming look who's on the run
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Come and get some of this
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But watch yo shit
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The clock has finally struck the hour for da killings bitch
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There's no illusions just realism de effects
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Are like tragic when you try to deal with em
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My wig split em sticka
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Stick a nigga boom clip boom
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I broke ya neck whos next brotha FX
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Its the deal
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The dead will be dropping bombs
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Here they come and fucking sing along with the jam
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The man that you want to see
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Mista Bones I break the compasity
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The rinkle style playing yo eardrums fo-a-second
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With the effects to break your necks with the wicked
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Beats and drums surround and the fucking rythm
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Plain old thoughts of suicide is what Im giving
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To the minegrain explodes off the track
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And the night the demon was on yo back
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Break it down you very well
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Mentle running in overdrive sacrafice on the hill
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Listen cuz the bones begin to reck
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And watch yo ass for the wicked ass FX
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Mass illusions
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Something extrodinarly strange
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Home the deranged you thought you could hang
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You smell the look of the in the instimentle case
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The time is now for you to try and leave this place
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You jump in the corner
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Running down the hallway you see a door
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You think it's nothing
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You open it and fall right through the floor
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There's no escape so living to live
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Becomes a spiritual angish or even test of hell is wrong
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My testimony sparks the intrum from you bastards
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Wickedly macking I leave yo ass in bandages
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So with yo roosta leaving with some broke necks
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You can't fuck with the flicks check the FX
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