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The magic
My doll
Voodoo and wicked
I dwell my
My brain bleeds bloody
Just a tomb axe
a swinging axe
Attacks any that moves for or steps back
Relax muthafukas the secrete in the souls
Barely creeps so deep all the way til feet
An to whom to my home sweet home
fires burning your urine
For House of Krazees song
The ROC is me
Im taking you on a
My nuts dragging like a ball and chain
My dicks the
You hide and you can't run from the son of
Guns has yo ass look who's on the run
Come and get of this
But yo shit
The clock has finally the hour for da killings bitch
There's no illusions realism de effects
Are tragic when you try to deal with em
My wig split em
Stick a nigga boom boom
I broke ya neck whos brotha FX
Its the
The dead be dropping bombs
they come and fucking sing along with the jam
The man you want to see
Mista Bones I the compasity
The rinkle style playing yo fo-a-second
With the to break your necks with the wicked
Beats and drums surround and the fucking
old thoughts of suicide is what Im giving
To the explodes off the track
And the night the demon was on yo
Break it you very well
Mentle running in sacrafice on the hill
Listen 'cause the bones to reck
And watch yo ass for the ass FX
illusions
Something strange
Home the deranged you thought you hang
You smell the look of the in the case
The is now for you to try and leave this place
You jump in the
down the hallway you see a door
You it's nothing
You open it and right through the floor
There's no so living to live
Becomes a spiritual angish or even test of hell is
My testimony sparks the intrum from you
Wickedly macking I yo ass in bandages
So with yo roosta leaving with some necks
You fuck with the flicks check the FX