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The black
My doll
Voodoo and spells
I dwell my
My bleeds bloody tales
a tomb tormenty axe
With a axe
Attacks any person that moves for or back
Relax muthafukas the lyes in the souls
Barely creeps so all the way til nine feet
An entrance to whom to my home sweet
With fires burning your
For another House of song
The ROC is me
Im taking you on a
My nuts 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 look 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 when you try to with em
My wig split em
Stick a boom clip boom
I broke ya neck whos brotha FX
Its the
The dead be dropping bombs
Here come and fucking sing along with the jam
The man you want to see
Mista Bones I break the
The style playing yo eardrums fo-a-second
With the effects to break your with the wicked
Beats and drums and the fucking rythm
old thoughts of suicide is what Im giving
To the explodes off the track
And the night the demon was on yo
it down you very well
Mentle running in overdrive sacrafice on the
'cause the bones begin to reck
And watch yo ass for the ass FX
Mass
Something extrodinarly
Home the deranged you thought you hang
You smell the 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 it's nothing
You it and fall right through the floor
There's no so living to live
Becomes a spiritual angish or test of hell is wrong
My testimony sparks the from you bastards
macking I leave yo ass in bandages
So with yo roosta with some broke necks
You can't fuck with the check the FX