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The black
My doll
Voodoo and spells
I dwell my
My brain bloody tales
Just a tormenty axe
a swinging axe
Attacks any that moves for or steps back
Relax muthafukas the secrete in the souls
Barely creeps so deep all the way til feet
An entrance to whom to my home home
With fires your urine
For another of Krazees song
The ROC is me
Im taking you on a
My nuts still dragging like a and chain
My the whip
You can't hide and you run from the son of
has yo ass screaming look who's on the run
Come and get some of
But yo shit
The clock has finally struck the hour for da bitch
There's no illusions 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 brotha FX
Its the
The dead will be bombs
Here they come and fucking sing with the jam
The man you want to see
Mista Bones I the compasity
The rinkle style playing yo fo-a-second
With the to break your necks with the wicked
Beats and drums surround and the fucking
Plain old thoughts of suicide is what Im
To the minegrain explodes off the
And the night the demon was on yo
Break it you very well
Mentle running in sacrafice on the hill
'cause the bones begin to reck
And yo ass for the wicked ass FX
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Something extrodinarly
the deranged you thought you could hang
You smell the look of the in the case
The time is now for you to try and this place
You in the corner
down the hallway you see a door
You it's nothing
You open it and fall right through the
There's no escape so living to
Becomes a angish 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 broke necks
You can't fuck with the check the FX