| This is a evil world, hahahahaha
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| And right now
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| I’ve got nothing to be happy about
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| My bitch is from Texas
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| I eat brains for breakfast
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| Don’t be asking no questions
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| You’ll be dead in a second
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| The Adderall phase, callin' all Jays
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| Going both ways, killing all gays
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| Psycho killer, known drug dealer
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| Be-be quiet, or get shot nigga
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| Run in your house, rape your spouse
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| Kill everybody, save the mouse
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| It’s hard to talk, it’s hard to talk
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| Gun in your mouth, gun in your mouth
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| Damn, I miss my mamma
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| She looked like Michelle Obama
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| I’m Norman Bates, 38, hit the ground, levitate
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| She getting raped, only 8, she love the taste of chocolate cake
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| Don’t be asking no questions, I got an erection
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| Love and affection, I got an obsession
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| Ass for breakfast, she got a C-section
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| Don’t ask no questions, just enjoy the session
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| I was raised with a hell of a lot of issues, nigga
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| And I’ma take it out on anybody, I don’t give a
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| Fuck where you live at
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| I could walk around your neighborhood with a strap
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| Hollering, «where that bitch at?»
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| With a bullet impact, push a nigga wig back
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| I’m a insane nigga with a sick pass
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| I could fuck up your present, it ain’t no future in frontin'
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| You know you ain’t a threat, light as a feather
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| I could go to jail, get my ass out, beat a nigga down on a tether
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| Lightning strikes, I bring bad weather whenever I’m in the zone
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| I’ma reign forever
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| And they ain’t ever gonna mistake me for a nigga
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| That would back down, I invented vendettas
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| Leaving evidence from the shelves (I did it)
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| His dome looking like he caught a bad case of testis
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| If you want a medal I’ma slap this metal
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| Leave him open like animals in the jungle
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| Eatin' the flesh, this beast from the west out of Seven Mile
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| Niggas out of town know better
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| If you want to visit better pick up the hitter
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| And dial the seven digits, ever spoke to a killer?
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| You fucking with the realest, the one who ever did it
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| I’m pointing horizontal, you shooting at the ceiling
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| Ceiling! |
| Nigga, we back in the building
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| Get your wife, grab your money and your children
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| We don’t give a fuck if you were sitting on a couple of millions
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| We’ll pop you like a everyday civilian
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| Ain’t nothing sweet this way nigga
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| We’re grown men, we don’t play nigga
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| You thinking about some metaphors
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| My nigga been dead 9 years
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| Still I think about him everyday nigga
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| This ain’t purple pills
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| Bitch we ain’t smiling
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| We ain’t had an album out in 11 years
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| Runyan Ave ready to start back wildin'
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| Show us your favorite rapper’s head
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| We will sever his
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| Pick a side, I’m ready to go to war
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| We just came back from selling out a tour
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| Get our name right or get it on the floor
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| Written in your own blood
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| Then we smear it on the door
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| Life is Biblical, nigga worried about being lyrical
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| Forgot how to actually be a real individual
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| To be able to walk in a room
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| And stare a man in the face
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| And put fear in his heart without a pistol
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| My phone stop ringing like it use to
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| Shit is back to what I’m use to
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| Now I can go back to having me holidays in peace
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| And riding out all alone with my deuce deuce, bang! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Evil World , by - Bizarre. Song from the album DJ Smokey Gray Presents Compilation Album Volume 6, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп