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The black
My doll
and wicked spells
I dwell my
My bleeds bloody tales
Just a tormenty axe
a swinging axe
Attacks any person that moves for or steps
Relax muthafukas the secrete lyes in the
Barely creeps so all the way til nine feet
An entrance to whom to my sweet home
fires burning your urine
For another House of Krazees
The ROC is me
Im you on a trip
My still dragging like a ball and chain
My the whip
You can't and you can't run from the son of
Guns has yo ass screaming who's on the run
Come and get of this
But watch yo
The clock has finally the hour for da killings bitch
There's no illusions realism de effects
Are like tragic you try to deal with em
My wig split em
Stick a nigga boom boom
I ya neck whos next brotha FX
Its the
The dead will be dropping
they come and fucking sing along with the jam
The man you want to see
Mista I break the compasity
The style playing yo eardrums fo-a-second
With the effects to break necks with the wicked
Beats and surround and the fucking rythm
old thoughts of suicide is what Im giving
To the minegrain off the track
And the the demon was on yo back
it down you very well
Mentle running in sacrafice on the hill
Listen 'cause the bones begin to
And watch yo ass for the ass FX
illusions
Something extrodinarly
the deranged you thought you could hang
You smell the of the in the instimentle case
The is now for you to try and leave this place
You jump in the
Running down the you see a door
You think it's
You it and fall right through the floor
There's no escape so to live
Becomes a spiritual angish or even test of hell is
My testimony sparks the intrum you bastards
macking I leave yo ass in bandages
So with yo roosta leaving some broke necks
You can't fuck the flicks check the FX