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Intro: Ryzarector, |
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Grym Reaper |
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Aiyyo Reaper, those kids out there say you're mad thirsty |
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You got somethin for them to drink? |
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Yo we can wet up two cups of blood |
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Verse One: |
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Arm to the leg, leg, on to the head! |
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Yo Be the |
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Ryzarector, resurrect the mental dead |
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G to the R to the |
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Y M Reaper |
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As I get deeper than a crypt, resurrect, kid! |
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Don't go against the grain, mad slang is my thang |
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I leave the hearty party with a bang buzza |
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Boom! Check my tune, it gotcha hyper |
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Don't give a **** about a sucker |
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C-cipher! |
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As you decipher the tricks of a viper |
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Swine is lethal! ... is evil! |
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I am original, we can build upon |
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The ill form, and keep all your braincells warm! |
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Hocus pocus, yo! |
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What's the focus? |
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Weak techniques you speak, the shit is bogus |
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Even in a mortuary, slangin' some boom |
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As I seek the knowl' from the womb to the tomb |
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Verse Two: |
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Yo! Deadly, deadly, |
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HYAH! Get ready |
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Here come the styler, wilder than |
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Freddy Dead |
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Cause a Krueger, boom, |
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I do ya Just to let ya know |
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Gravediggaz comin' through ya |
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Dead stinkin' rotten, your braincells forgotten |
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The past, you had your bumba raas pickin' cotton |
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Now ya hate ya knotty hairstyles |
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I guess you figure the texture is too wild |
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Child Two cups of blood, boy |
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Two cups of blood, girl |
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Aw, drink that shit up |
