Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Deedz

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

I can them evil voices callin my name
My mental state is at peak
I'm you son of bitches and ditches is where you sleep
I creep through the with daggers bow an arrows machetes
These mothauckas better be ready I'm bringing hell on like Freddy
On daily bases I'm smashin faces not leavin you hate this
You're not knowing when ever you're going to the wrong places
At the wrong time that I'm doing my
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 meth I got sprung
I got you picturin shit like dippin acid on tongue
I hung around with crazies way I was teen
Packing a glock not a fuck I'm puttin an end to all your dreams
It seems like I'm surrounded by vultures for torture
I all you petty fools not to fuck with this soldiers
I'm colding then it takes a master mind to plan this
And you're askin how I handled this with picks, and axes

[Mr. Lil
you should of been known
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 the key to where you go

[Mr.
It's 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 inside of a tomb
Got suspended as I slept in your room
The Shadow One Man Battalion better not be on my horizon
Cause I'm dressin in disguises open up to see your eye
Suprisin the rival when you least it
Ain't no surivivors or wintness that just unexcepted
My finger is tempted to pull the trigger and blow a to peices
I'm seperating them uncles from all their nephews and
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 when 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 6 bitch

[Mr.
Canibusateva got me thinkin my
And how I these mothafuckas covered up with 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 their limbs in the slums
The circumstances gettin critical with this demon
I'm leavin you weak of bitches in ditches no longer breathen
I'm hearin your mother cry and you're trying to survive
Mothafuck you and your cause you're both bout to die
So I look in your eyes and ask you how does it
To in a matter of moments you'll see your mother get killed
Get chills up and down your spine you can feel your turning
Nausiated for the fact that murder I'm yearin
So burnin them crusifixes Satan bless me them 6's
rid of them noises mothauckas all in my business
You witness you die, mothafucka ask me
You's a dead mothafucka any ways so eyes

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