Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Deedz

[Mr.
Yeah, it's the shadow of your
One time at your ass
Money and Greed caused all these deeds
So your ass mothafucka

I can them evil voices callin my name
My mental is at it's peak
I'm chokin you son of bitches and is where you sleep
I creep through the night with bow an arrows machetes
These mothauckas better be ready I'm bringing on them like Freddy
On daily I'm smashin faces not leavin traces you hate this
You're not even knowing when ever you're to the wrong places
At the time that I'm doing my krime
if you cross that line your ass is
I'm sneaking up from behind slashin your neck not no time
My rhymes be dreams that cause death
Like meth I got sprung
I got you picturin like dippin acid on your tongue
I hung around with crazies way I was teen
Packing a glock not given a fuck I'm an end to all your dreams
It seems like I'm surrounded by vultures for torture
I told all you petty fools not to with this soldiers
I'm colding then avalanches it a master mind to plan this
And you're askin how I handled with picks, shovels and axes

[Mr. Lil
Fool you should of known
That I be the one the key to where you go

[Mr.
So your eyes mothafucka

[Mr. Lil
Fool you of been known
That I be the one the key to where you go

[Mr.
It's time to die
(Repeat 2x)

[Mr.
Late night I got you tossin and turnin your soul is
At first you thought it was a but no longer returnin
As you lie butt naked a body inside of a tomb
Got animation as I slept in your room
It's The One Man Battalion better not be on my horizon
I'm dressin in disguises open up to see with your eye
Suprisin the rival you least expect it
Ain't no surivivors or wintness cause that unexcepted
My finger is to pull the trigger and blow a mothafucka to peices
I'm seperating them uncles all their nephews and nieces
So help these bastards stay away from the sicko
And if you need a little help then this demon a whistle
The pistol is bustin I'm trustin no one but
And you better be ready for wars ever you hear me up at your doors
No more suprises so close your eyes and don't
In the gallery of evil all we do is triple 6

[Mr.
got me thinkin my plot
And how I want these mothafuckas covered up my shots
When the glock pops and the fool
I'm no evidence for the cops
Fuck those punk I'll buck too and stash their limbs in the slums
The circumstances gettin critical with this lyrical
I'm leavin you weak sons of bitches in no longer breathen
I'm hearin your mother cry and you're trying hard to
Mothafuck you and your momma cause you're bout to die
So I look in your and ask you how does it feel
To know in a matter of you'll see your mother get killed
Get chills up and down your spine you can feel your stomach
Nausiated for the that it's murder I'm yearin
So them crusifixes Satan bless me with them 6's
Getting rid of noises mothauckas all in my business
You witness you die, mothafucka ask me
You's a mothafucka any ways so close eyes

[Mr.
Oh yeah, and in mind
That what ever you do, ever time it is
And what plot you're doing
I'm there to witness it on the clock
Ha Ha and it don't