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The magic
My trouble
Voodoo and wicked
I dwell my
My brain bleeds tales
a tomb tormenty axe
With a axe
any person that moves for or steps back
Relax the secrete lyes in the souls
Barely so deep all the way til nine feet
An to whom to my home sweet home
With fires burning urine
For another House of song
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 look who's on the run
Come and get of this
But yo shit
The clock has finally the hour for da killings bitch
There's no illusions just realism de
Are tragic when you try to deal with em
My wig em sticka
Stick a boom clip boom
I broke ya neck whos brotha FX
Its the
The dead will be bombs
Here they come and fucking along with the jam
The man you want to see
Mista I break the compasity
The rinkle playing yo eardrums fo-a-second
With the effects to break your necks the wicked
Beats and surround and the fucking rythm
Plain old of suicide is what Im giving
To the minegrain explodes off the
And the night the demon was on yo
Break it down you well
Mentle running in overdrive on the hill
'cause the bones begin to reck
And watch yo ass for the ass FX
Mass
extrodinarly strange
Home the deranged you thought you could
You smell the of the in the instimentle case
The time is now for you to try and leave place
You in the corner
down the hallway you see a door
You think it's
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 sparks the intrum from you bastards
Wickedly macking I yo ass in bandages
So yo roosta leaving with some broke necks
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