Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Deedz

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

I can hear them evil voices callin my
My mental is at it's peak
I'm you son of bitches and ditches is where you sleep
I through the night with daggers bow an arrows machetes
These mothauckas better be ready I'm bringing on them like Freddy
On daily bases I'm smashin 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 not wasting no time
My rhymes be causing dreams that cause
meth I got your sprung
I got you shit like dippin acid on your tongue
I around with crazies way before I was teen
Packing a not given a fuck I'm puttin an end to all your dreams
It seems like I'm surrounded by vultures beggin for
I told all you petty fools not to fuck with soldiers
I'm colding then it takes a master mind to plan this
And you're askin how I 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 close eyes mothafucka

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

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

[Mr.
Late I got you tossin and turnin your soul is burning
At first you thought it was a dream but no returnin
As you lie butt naked a body inside of a tomb
Got suspended as I slept in your room
It's The Shadow One Man Battalion not be on my horizon
Cause I'm dressin in open up to see with your eye
Suprisin the rival when you least it
Ain't no surivivors or wintness cause that unexcepted
My finger is tempted to pull the trigger and blow a to peices
I'm seperating them uncles all their nephews and nieces
So Jesus help these bastards stay away the sicko
And if you a little help then give this demon a whistle
The pistol is bustin I'm trustin no one but
And you better be ready for wars when ever you hear me up at 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 mothafuckas covered up with my shots
the glock pops and the fool drops
I'm no evidence for the cops
Fuck those punk I'll buck them too and stash limbs in the slums
The circumstances critical with this lyrical demon
I'm leavin you weak sons of bitches in ditches no longer
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 of moments you'll see your mother get killed
Get chills up and down your spine you can feel your stomach
Nausiated for the fact that it's I'm yearin
So burnin them 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 mothafucka any ways so close eyes

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