Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Deedz

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

I can hear evil voices callin my name
My state is at it's peak
I'm you son of bitches and ditches is where you sleep
I creep through the night with bow an arrows machetes
These mothauckas better be ready I'm bringing hell on them like
On bases 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 that I'm my krime
if you cross that your ass is mine
I'm sneaking up behind slashin your neck not wasting no time
My rhymes be causing dreams that death
meth I got your sprung
I got you shit like dippin acid on your tongue
I hung around with crazies way I was teen
a glock not given a fuck I'm puttin an end to all your dreams
It seems like I'm by vultures beggin for torture
I all you petty fools not to fuck with this soldiers
I'm colding then avalanches it takes a mind to plan 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 the key to where you go

[Mr.
So close your mothafucka

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

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

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

[Mr.
got me thinkin my plot
And how I want these mothafuckas covered up my shots
the glock pops and the fool drops
I'm leavin no for the cops
Fuck those punk I'll buck them too and stash their 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 hard to survive
Mothafuck you and your momma cause you're both to die
So I look in your and ask you how does it feel
To in a matter of moments you'll see your mother get killed
Get chills up and your spine 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 them noises all in my business
You you die, mothafucka don't ask me
You's a dead mothafucka any ways so eyes

[Mr.
Oh yeah, and in mind
That what you do, what ever time it is
And what ever plot doing
I'm to witness it 24/7 on the clock
Ha Ha and it don't