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The magic
My trouble
and wicked spells
I dwell my
My brain bleeds bloody
a tomb tormenty axe
With a axe
Attacks any person that moves for or steps
muthafukas the secrete lyes in the souls
Barely creeps so deep all the way til feet
An entrance to whom to my home sweet
fires burning your urine
For another House of Krazees
The ROC is me
Im taking you on a
My nuts still dragging 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 struck the hour for da killings
There's no illusions realism de effects
Are like tragic when you try to deal em
My wig em sticka
a nigga boom clip boom
I broke ya neck whos next FX
Its the
The dead be dropping bombs
Here they come and fucking 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 break your necks the wicked
Beats and drums surround and the rythm
Plain old thoughts of suicide is what Im
To the minegrain off the track
And the night the demon was on yo
Break it you very well
Mentle running in overdrive on the hill
'cause the bones begin to reck
And yo ass for the wicked ass FX
illusions
Something strange
Home the deranged you thought you could
You smell the look of the in the instimentle
The time is now for you to try and this place
You jump in the
Running down the hallway you see a
You it's nothing
You open it and fall through the floor
There's no escape so living to
Becomes a angish or even test of hell is wrong
My sparks the intrum from you bastards
macking I leave yo ass in bandages
So with yo roosta with some broke necks
You can't with the flicks check the FX