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The black
My trouble
Voodoo and wicked
I dwell my
My brain bloody tales
Just a tormenty axe
a swinging axe
Attacks any person that moves for or steps
Relax the secrete lyes in the souls
creeps so deep all the way til nine feet
An entrance to whom to my sweet home
With fires your urine
For another of Krazees 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 screaming look on the run
and get some of this
But yo shit
The clock has struck the hour for da killings bitch
no illusions just realism de effects
Are like when you try to deal with em
My wig em sticka
a nigga boom clip boom
I broke ya whos next brotha FX
Its the
The dead will be dropping
Here they come and sing along with the jam
The man that you to see
Bones I break the compasity
The rinkle style playing yo eardrums
With the to break your necks with the wicked
Beats and drums and the fucking rythm
Plain old thoughts of suicide is Im giving
To the minegrain explodes off the
And the night the was on yo back
Break it you very well
running in overdrive sacrafice on the hill
Listen the bones begin to reck
And yo ass for the wicked ass FX
Mass
Something extrodinarly
Home the you thought you could hang
You smell the of the in the instimentle case
The time is now for you to try and this place
You jump in the
down the hallway you see a door
You think it's
You open it and right through the floor
There's no escape so to live
Becomes a spiritual or even test of hell is wrong
My testimony sparks the from you bastards
Wickedly macking I leave yo ass in
So with yo roosta leaving with some broke
You can't fuck with the check the FX