Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Deedz

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

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

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

[Mr.
So close eyes mothafucka

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

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

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

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

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