Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Deedz

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

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

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

[Mr.
So your eyes mothafucka

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

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

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

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

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