| West up mothafuckas, Mr. Shadow’s back up in this bitch
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| For that triple 6 1 triple 9 the beyond entertainment way
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| Now this album is dedikated to the mentally sick
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| But this track defines my state of mind
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| I was born with out a konscience I love violence
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| I bring the silence when my strap does the firen
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| I hear sirens and see the lights flashin
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| A major tradgedy the neighborhood attraction
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| I was born without no heart that a look at all my kharts
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| Every 51 50 status of the guilty
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| Filthy like my records I’m the sniper
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| Light the torch so I kan blow these bitches up as I ignite the
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| Flame, Jane Mary got’s me visualizin scary scenes
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| Me and my lady blowing up your hood with gasoline
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| Skream for your mother, kry for your father
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| Watch man slaughter while I burn your older brother
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| One after another kause I don’t give a mad fuck
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| Mutalate his mut and make him eat his doggy nuts
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| Guts being spilled as I unfold and reveal
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| Then those who try to test and up stiff under a hill
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| Now feel needle pokes penetrating in your arteries
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| Your eyes are getting watery, I like to torture wanna be’s
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| All of these fake mothafuckas here in front of me
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| Ought be lynched and krusified in front of their families
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| As I’m mashing, head bashing all these petty minded fools
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| I got 3 tools now which one should I use
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| I have a switch blade for the bitch made
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| A grenade for the krusade and a 38 snub when I envade
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| I’m making kritical not even fuckin miracles
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| Kould stop the lyrical from getting physical
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| I’m known to be a kriminal
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| You better run for your life or be the next one
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| To feel the burnin tefflon your fools be having their vests on
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| Your get your rest with the rest of all these skeletons
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| Never open doors if you don’t know what room you’re enterin
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| Renderin your limbs fuck konfessin all your sins
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| If you did it don’t admit it fuck the systems it’s biz
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| Is it anger towards the streets that make me put one in the chamber
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| Judges say that I’m insane so now you know your life’s in danger
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| Every night I’m on the prowl, huntin for that Owl
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| When I spot him I’ma slap my fuckin name out of his mouth
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| As I read the bible backwards kasting shadows on these bastards
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| Wait, who be the master of disaster when I blast em
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| It is I, from that westside 619
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| Where mothafuckas take acid and splash it in your eye
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| Don’t kry, tie the rope around your neck and shut the fuck up
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| Alot of people say you shit your pants when Shadow walked up
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| You heard it through the grape vine, my state of mind
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| Was at it’s peak I shot the kamel fuck the klutch and Iron Sheik
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| As I speak you’re gettin weak, I’m like a tweaker on a kome down
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| While you klaim my hood you get no respect in Woptown
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| Now bow down it’s a show down
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| As a koward you’re gettin beat down
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| On the mic or on the streets I’m stopin your mouth with metal kleets
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| Bloody sheets kover your korpse as the mortican goes to work now
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| Some how that Owl has to feel some fuckin pain now
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| Show em how it’s done as I inhalen propane
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| Watch me and my women skrew the mentely insane
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| (Speakin)
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| 51 50 skitsophrantic dangerous maniac
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| Is what the doctors and judges labled me
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| Now sit back get high
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| And peep out the way of the krazy
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| And that’s krazy with a K partner
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| First get that shit straight
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| And then look in the mirror
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| And ask yourself if you were born without a konscience
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| And if you were then bring the drama to your enemies
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| Turn them all into memories
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| Smoke marijuana and laugh as you witness
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| Them take their last breath
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| Then death arrives when coriner services are needed
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| Ha Ha Ha Ha I was born without a konscience
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| Kan you mothafuckas blame me |