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The black
My doll
Voodoo and wicked
I dwell my
My brain bloody tales
Just a tomb axe
With a axe
Attacks any person that moves for or steps
Relax muthafukas the lyes in the souls
Barely creeps so all the way til nine feet
An to whom to my home sweet home
With fires your urine
For another House of Krazees
The ROC is me
Im you on a trip
My nuts still like a ball and chain
My dicks the
You can't hide and you run from the son of
Guns has yo ass look who's on the run
Come and get some of
But watch yo
The clock has struck the hour for da killings bitch
There's no just realism de effects
Are like tragic when you try to with em
My wig split em
Stick a nigga boom boom
I broke ya neck whos brotha FX
Its the
The dead be dropping bombs
Here they 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 necks the wicked
Beats and surround and the fucking rythm
old thoughts of suicide is what Im giving
To the minegrain explodes off the
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 yo ass for the wicked ass FX
Mass
extrodinarly strange
Home the 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 in the corner
Running down the hallway you see a
You it's nothing
You open it and fall right through the
There's no escape so living to
Becomes a spiritual angish or even of hell is wrong
My testimony sparks the intrum you bastards
Wickedly macking I yo ass in bandages
So with yo roosta leaving with broke necks
You can't with the flicks check the FX