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The black
My doll
and wicked spells
I my scales
My brain bleeds tales
Just a tomb axe
a swinging axe
Attacks any that moves for or steps back
Relax muthafukas the secrete lyes in the
Barely creeps so all the way til nine feet
An entrance to whom to my sweet home
With burning your urine
For another House of song
The ROC is me
Im taking you on a
My still dragging like a ball and chain
My the whip
You hide and you can't run from the son of
Guns has yo ass look who's on the run
and get some of this
But watch yo
The clock has finally struck the hour for da bitch
There's no just realism de effects
Are like tragic you try to deal with em
My wig split em
Stick a boom clip boom
I broke ya neck whos next FX
Its the
The dead be dropping bombs
Here they come and sing along with the jam
The man that you to see
Mista Bones I the compasity
The rinkle style playing yo eardrums
With the effects to break your necks the wicked
Beats and surround and the fucking rythm
old thoughts of suicide is what Im giving
To the minegrain explodes off the
And the night the demon was on yo
it down you very well
Mentle running in sacrafice on the hill
Listen 'cause the begin to reck
And watch yo ass for the ass FX
illusions
Something extrodinarly
Home the deranged you thought you could
You smell the look of the in the case
The is now for you to try and leave this place
You in the corner
down the hallway you see a door
You think nothing
You open it and fall through the floor
no escape so living to live
Becomes a angish or even test of hell is wrong
My testimony sparks the from you bastards
Wickedly macking I yo ass in bandages
So with yo roosta leaving some broke necks
You can't fuck the flicks check the FX