Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Deedz

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

I can hear evil voices callin my name
My mental is at it's peak
I'm chokin you son of bitches and ditches is where you
I creep through the night with bow an arrows machetes
These mothauckas better be ready I'm bringing hell on like Freddy
On daily bases I'm smashin faces not 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 that line your ass is mine
I'm up from behind slashin your neck 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 your
I hung with crazies way before 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 told all you petty fools not to fuck with this
I'm then avalanches it takes a master mind to plan this
And you're askin how I handled this with picks, shovels and

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

[Mr.
So close your mothafucka

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

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

[Mr.
Late night I got you tossin and turnin your is burning
At first you thought it was a dream but no longer
As you lie butt naked like a body inside of a
Got animation 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 that just
My finger is tempted to the trigger and blow a mothafucka to peices
I'm seperating them from all their nephews and nieces
So Jesus help these stay away from the sicko
And if you a little help then give this demon a whistle
The pistol is bustin I'm no one but myself
And you better be for wars when ever you hear me up at your doors
No more suprises so close your eyes and resist
In the gallery of evil all we do is 6 bitch

[Mr.
got me thinkin my plot
And how I want these mothafuckas covered up with my
When the glock and the fool drops
I'm leavin no for the cops
Fuck those punk I'll buck them too and stash limbs in the slums
The circumstances gettin critical this lyrical demon
I'm you weak sons of bitches in ditches no longer breathen
I'm hearin your mother cry and trying hard to survive
you and your momma cause you're both bout to die
So I look in eyes and ask you how does it feel
To know in a matter of moments you'll see your get killed
Get chills up and down spine you can feel your stomach turning
Nausiated for the fact that murder I'm yearin
So burnin them crusifixes bless me with them 6's
Getting rid of them noises mothauckas all in my
You witness you die, mothafucka ask me
a dead mothafucka any ways so close eyes

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