Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Deedz

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

I can them evil voices callin my name
My mental state is at peak
I'm chokin you son of bitches and is where you sleep
I through the night with daggers bow an arrows machetes
These better be ready 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 you're going to the wrong places
At the time that 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 dreams that cause death
meth I got your sprung
I got you picturin shit dippin acid on your tongue
I hung around with way before I was teen
Packing a glock not given a fuck I'm puttin an end to all dreams
It like I'm surrounded by vultures beggin for torture
I told all you petty fools not to fuck with soldiers
I'm colding then avalanches it a master mind to plan this
And you're askin how I handled with picks, shovels and axes

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

[Mr.
So close eyes mothafucka

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

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

[Mr.
Late night I got you tossin and turnin soul is burning
At first you thought it was a but no longer returnin
As you lie butt naked a body inside of a tomb
Got suspended animation as I in your room
It's The Shadow One Man 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 wintness that just unexcepted
My finger is tempted to pull the trigger and a mothafucka to peices
I'm seperating them from all their nephews and nieces
So Jesus help bastards stay away from the sicko
And if you need a 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 so close your eyes and don't resist
In the gallery of all we do is triple 6 bitch

[Mr.
got me thinkin my plot
And how I these mothafuckas covered up with my shots
When the glock pops and the fool
I'm no evidence for the cops
Fuck those punk buck them too and stash their limbs in the slums
The gettin critical with this lyrical demon
I'm leavin you weak sons of bitches in no longer breathen
I'm hearin your mother cry and you're trying hard to
Mothafuck you and your momma cause you're bout to die
So I look in eyes and ask you how does it feel
To know in a matter of you'll see your mother 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 them crusifixes Satan bless me with them 6's
Getting rid of them mothauckas all in my business
You witness you die, don't ask me
a dead mothafucka any ways so close eyes

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