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The magic
My trouble
and wicked spells
I my scales
My bleeds bloody tales
Just a tormenty axe
a swinging axe
Attacks any person moves for or steps back
muthafukas the secrete lyes in the souls
Barely creeps so deep all the way til nine
An entrance to to my home sweet home
With fires burning your
For another House of song
The ROC is me
Im taking you on a
My nuts still dragging like a ball and
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
and get some 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 you try to deal with em
My wig split em
Stick a nigga boom boom
I broke ya whos next brotha FX
Its the
The dead will be dropping
Here they come and fucking along with the jam
The man that you to see
Mista I break the compasity
The rinkle playing yo eardrums fo-a-second
With the effects to break necks with the wicked
Beats and drums and the fucking rythm
old thoughts of suicide is what Im giving
To the minegrain off the track
And the night the was on yo back
it down you very well
Mentle in overdrive sacrafice on the hill
Listen 'cause the bones to reck
And watch yo ass for the ass FX
Mass
extrodinarly strange
Home the deranged you thought you hang
You the look of the in the instimentle case
The time is now for you to try and leave this
You jump in the
Running down the you see a door
You it's nothing
You open it and fall right through the
There's no so living to live
Becomes a spiritual 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 leaving with some necks
You can't fuck with the check the FX