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The magic
My doll
Voodoo and spells
I my scales
My brain bleeds bloody
a tomb tormenty axe
With a axe
Attacks any person that moves for or steps
Relax muthafukas the secrete lyes in the
Barely creeps so deep all the way til feet
An entrance to to my home sweet home
With fires your urine
For another House of song
The ROC is me
Im you on a trip
My nuts still like a ball and chain
My dicks the
You can't 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 watch yo
The has finally struck the hour for da killings bitch
There's no illusions just realism de
Are like tragic when you try to with em
My wig em sticka
a nigga boom clip boom
I broke ya neck whos brotha FX
Its the
The dead will be dropping
they come and fucking sing along with the jam
The man that you to see
Mista Bones I break the
The rinkle playing yo eardrums fo-a-second
With the effects to your necks with the wicked
Beats and drums surround and the rythm
old thoughts of suicide is what Im giving
To the explodes off the track
And the night the demon was on yo
Break it down you very
Mentle in overdrive sacrafice on the hill
Listen the bones begin to reck
And yo ass for the wicked ass FX
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Something strange
Home the you thought you could hang
You the look of the in the instimentle case
The time is now for you to try and leave place
You jump in the
down the hallway you see a door
You think nothing
You it and fall right through the floor
There's no so living to live
Becomes a spiritual angish or even of hell is wrong
My testimony sparks the intrum from you
Wickedly I leave yo ass in bandages
So with yo leaving with some broke necks
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