Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Deedz

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

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

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

[Mr.
So close your mothafucka

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

[Mr.
time to die mothafucka
(Repeat 2x)

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

[Mr.
Canibusateva got me my plot
And how I want these mothafuckas up with my shots
When the glock pops and the fool
I'm leavin no for the cops
Fuck those punk buck them too and stash their limbs in the slums
The circumstances critical with this lyrical demon
I'm leavin you weak sons of bitches in no longer breathen
I'm hearin your mother cry and trying hard to survive
Mothafuck you and your momma cause both bout to die
So I look in your eyes and ask you how does it
To know in a matter of you'll see your mother get killed
Get chills up and down your spine you can your stomach turning
Nausiated for the fact that it's I'm yearin
So burnin them crusifixes bless me with them 6's
Getting rid of noises mothauckas all in my business
You you die, mothafucka don't ask me
You's a dead mothafucka any ways so close

[Mr.
Oh yeah, and keep in
That ever you do, what ever time it is
And what plot you're doing
I'm to witness it 24/7 on the clock
Ha Ha and it stop