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Just checkin' my microphone once as |
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I test your audio |
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Increase the bass response hopin' the speakers blow |
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I got no time to sit and flip and pop bullshit |
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Turn up your stereo hops, insert the rhyme clip |
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Roll your windows up, make sure it's air tight |
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E.Q. the track exact so shit sounds right |
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I rhyme of death and darkness and danger |
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Your crib or car becomes a torture chamber |
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I write my rhymes with violence |
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What you expect? |
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Sounds of pain |
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The snap of a broken neck |
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All alone in darkness |
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I sit each night |
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Write my rhymes with blood upon a butcher knife |
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You say, "The Ice is ill", an' ill |
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I amThey try to ban my shit and |
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I don't give a damn |
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Roll up, your eye will get swoll up |
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Suckers who flexed yo, their deaths got tolled up, holled up' |
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Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with boy with the big mouth |
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Ya got time to riff? |
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There's time to take you out |
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Put a couple caps in your ass, cut your head off |
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Send it to your mom with flowers 'cause |
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I'm so soft |
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Lay on your wack crew, smoke the whole bunch |
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Bury 'em in my back yard and then |
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I'll eat lunch' |
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Cause I don't give a **** about you or him or her |
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Whenever I'm in the house a death just might occur |
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Is this real or fiction? |
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You'll never know |
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While you're locked to the |
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Pulse of the rhyme flow |
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Once I lock you up, you can't get loose |
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You stuck your head inside and |
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I placed the noose |
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The mic drips juice slow from the steel mesh |
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My words feel like hooks underneath your flesh |
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Makin' you twist and turn, scorch and burn |
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When will you learn? |
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The ninties are my turn |
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To pitch a vocal fit like the ultimate |
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Gangster rhyme yo, |
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I invented the shit |
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Watch me do it, as |
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I do it, and |
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I do it right |
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Grab the gauge, |
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Duct tape and the flashlight |
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Don the black ski mask an' come to your house |
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Cut off your power and do you with the lights out |
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Is this real or fiction? |
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Well, you'll never know |
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While you're locked to the |
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Pulse of the rhyme flow |
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A pool of blood and floating body parts would make me grin |
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A close view of a razor when it's breaking skin |
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If you were burnin' |
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I'd use gasoline to put you out' |
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Cause I walk alone and choose the dark route |
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Nightmares gotta be loved by some and |
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I'm the one |
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Ya wanna come, bring your shotgun |
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You ever see your partner die? |
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No? Well I have |
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You ever see your father die? |
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No? Well I have |
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You ever see your mother die? |
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No? Well I have |
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So shut the **** up, punk and clear the rhyme path |
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What would make feel calm and nice is a slow slice |
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Through your jugular and windpipe |
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Throw me in jail, |
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I won't even try to make bail |
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Put me in the gas chamber and watch me inhale |
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Is this true or false? |
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Well, you'll never know |
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While you're locked to the |
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Pulse of the rhyme flow |
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Jason, Tales of the |
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Crypt and the |
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Dark SideAnother fly murder, another suicide |
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Did these flicks have an influence on my brain? |
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I really doubt that shit |
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I think that |
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I was born insane |
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When I was young |
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I had a lust for knives and guns |
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Use a magnifying glass to fry an ant with the sun |
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And on and on my love for death got bigger |
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At fifteen |
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I was placed behind a trigger |
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Although I'm dirty not the one to be swept up |
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Step up, I'd love to open your chest up |
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I've got no concept of life or death |
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Placin' my hands on your neck |
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All I want is your last breath |
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Give me a mother****in' break, |
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I should behave |
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Give me a mother****in' shovel, |
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I'll dig graves |
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I break ill in extra large portions |
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Where's your parents? |
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I'll make you an orphan |
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So when you're talkin' crazy, you better think of me |
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The I, to the |
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C, to the |
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E, to the ****in' |
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TThere'll be no screams, no tears or cries |
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Just a laser beam between your ****in' eyes |
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You feel strange |
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So now you know |
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That you're locked to the |
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Pulse of the rhyme flow |