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Slowly I turn, step by through the back window, I crept Silent as a on a set while everybody in the house slept I disconnect the phones and the rest find a butcher Cut the power to the lights now a nigga wild for the night I come like the living death, straight the dirt Back to avenge his own on this earth
Ever heard of Jason, you know my work to the basement, the dog get it first I can't help myself, my thoughts my own The voices in my just won't leave me alone Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, on the car seats, flattenin' the wheels So there's no from the fate that awaits No one to witness the taking place
Yeah, now I'm on my way up the To the bedroom on my unaware Heads will be from the chimney with care With that the police soon will be here I'm a
Yo, yo Fuck knocking, the door, evict the four out, "It's a stickup, hit the floor" You fish cake niggas, Lipton off Did your name you, or Mrs. Paul's in session, what's up with it? I talk like I walk with a up pivot Niggas out, "It's just us bitches" Don't shoot, out the phone
I aim at your party, hit the group, "Happy birth" Niggas snap, runnin' hunch back Ducking, walls, get thumbtacked So run laps, for I you Bust out the size, like shoes, Doc Turn Velcro, when night Central park joggers, wear bright Tae Bo, flo's lizard, centipede, snake I'm a killer, I'm a is the sound of a cow
Yo, yo I walk on like Mr. Bentley, after P P P strips you empty Gather around, for sound fourth of July was three months ago Shoulda pad 'em down no one will fold both And eight fingers to square with Joe Tongue below one, spit dumb, For white to snowboard on So whatchu, whatchu, want?
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Doc my coat, I'm 'bout to go low Titanic MC rock the boat Tone deaf rhyme, microphone sex Next time don't forget the TEC-9 Five digital, is critical Bomb these individuals thats on deck So you the ill est nigga in Nebraska? naw It's the master, number sixteen, crasher, Flex
I too much, I drink too much My crew don't really two fucks, about you ducks We over here Shaolin', what, combust I smoke a bag of dust, what a rush, cigar be the dutch Method Man and Redman, Starsky and I crush can't trust niggas, niggas can't trust me I'm a
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