| Drowned you in the undertow, all that search of antidotes Something to relieve
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| us from the condescending overbearing bitches selling rainbows and self-scan
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| bar-codes, tell you what I’ve heard more heart come from an artichoke,
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| Shadow bearer, my over grey scale, Any measure they say killings free cause
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| they know that the murder sells, All going to hell seems we’ve been here all
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| along, So welcome home mother fucker now you’re outlined in chalk.
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| I Choked these bitches out their riches, with a rope made out of switches,
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| By the witches down on Broken Hollow, Underneath the bridges in the Boondocks,
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| Where they’re all summoned up by heathens, seeking blood and retribution from
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| a scarecrow demon, I rose up out the Red Claydom Georgia dirt road,
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| With a crop on my shoulder and a hole for a fuckin soul, to join a group of
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| misfits with the same type of interests, to kill all these sons of bitches,
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| we the fuckin' Magic Ninjas.
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| Outlined in Chalk, So many fuckin bodies any fucking body? |
| In line they fall,
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| Nobodies leaving cause we’re killing everybody, Killing Everybody, No regret,
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| Killing everyone, Welcome Death, Killing everything, In this Mutha Fucka till
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| the last one stands and there’s no-one left.
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| Outlined Exed out, Like yellow tape he’s stretched out, Put the.
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| 45 Up to his dome and go BLAOOW!, Let it rain, Chunks of skull bits of brain
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| cause the Dead Man walks the street once again, Staring death in the face,
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| got a casket yard space, And an opportunity and drag you back into my place,
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| A Necrophiliac, In the shadows I attack, You know it’s Blaze Ya Dead Homie,
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| Mother fucker run and tell that.
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| We don’t need to tell you bring the Judo, Nothing as half as brutal,
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| But now we got a crew though, But fuck if that ain’t new though,
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| Everybody that you know is rockin' a box of Sudo, While my lyrics do backflips
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| and I spit that evil Judo, I get drunk off the blood like I was sippin' on that
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| Ouzo, But no I’m not a thug I just wanna kill the untruthful, The perfect
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| murderous pupil, You can hear it when I talk if I could, I’d leave the whole
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| world Outlined in Chalk.
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| Outlined in Chalk, So many fuckin bodies any fucking body? |
| In line they fall,
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| Nobodies leaving cause we’re killing everybody, Killing Everybody, No regret,
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| Killing everyone, Welcome Death, Killing everything, In this Mutha Fucka till
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| the last one stands and there’s no-one left.
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| G-Mo! |
| Cremated ashes, hash and a couple moon rocks, I’ll smoke your whole crew
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| in a blunt the size of a shoe-box, My immortal technique, I’ll fuck a bitch on
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| a rooftop, And ball her off the roof with 2Pac, And walk off drinking a Juice
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| Box, Put a Pool Ball inside of a tube sock, Crack your head open and Skull Fuck
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| you with a huge cock, And leave your body in the cornfields with Boondox,
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| Get outlined in piss and tell the cops to bring some new Chalk.
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| I hide in plain sight, day monster walk with the public, They’ll never suspect
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| the black mother fuckin subject, Being a day one serial killer, guns dance in
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| my arsenal but my sickles so fun, The sun it cooks the blood for me,
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| Just mixing the mix, at my regular job shifting the big, the tick the tock,
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| No 48 because they’ll never catch the ROC, The R.O.C, What ever they choose to
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| call me, Murder they think but me? |
| Shit I know better, I’m a trooper a patriot
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| that makes the planet fresher, With the bodies that lay, In my house decaying
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| one less mouth to breathe, the ozone will flourish indeed (HAH!)
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| Outlined in Chalk, So many fuckin bodies any fucking body? |
| In line they fall,
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| Nobodies leaving cause we’re killing everybody, Killing Everybody, No regret,
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| Killing everyone, Welcome Death, Killing everything, In this Mutha Fucka till
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| the last one stands and there’s no-one left.
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| Pay attention to these lessons, I spit like a lethal weapon, Possessing the
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| sickest methods, To turn your city to wreckage, Who can handle us?
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| Wicked band of thugs, put your hammers up, Queens County Strangler,
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| Bangin you till you bandaged up, Use your right handed crutch, I don’t play no
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| characters, Real life savage, will choke, smack, and embarrass you, |
| After running after you, Half of you niggas nervous, While choking crazy on
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| verses, while Lex is ugly in person.
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| It’s Y Dubb ho, Coming and killin em and swim in the blood yo, I’m keeping the
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| wicked shit breathin', Tryin' to get even, givin no fucks bro, Young cut-throat,
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| Servin' em up with that nutso, Psycho, Sick Shit, The sound of the flesh when
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| I rip it, so sadistic, I’m gonna walk in the house with a killer intention to
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| choke, Wake you up with the edge of a blade of a butcher knife to your throat,
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| Keep your body with me cause it help me feel like I’m not so alone,
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| Cut off the skin and then make me a coat, Put it on and I’m gone, Young Wicked,
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| Young Wicked, Young Wicked…
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| Outlined in Chalk, So many fuckin bodies any fucking body? |
| In line they fall,
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| Nobodies leaving cause we’re killing everybody, Killing Everybody, No regret,
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| Killing everyone, Welcome Death, Killing everything, In this Mutha Fucka till
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| the last one stands and there’s no-one left.
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| I’m that new classical placid, I’m draggin these raggedy old dogs off into the
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| pasture, I’m laughing and leading Lassie out back for the final chapter,
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| It’s graphic they’re gonna be Casper, I’m laughin and grabbing the Chalk,
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| and outlining these bitches caskets, Everybody wanna be bumpin they cum
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| dumpstah, Thinkin they run somethun, But I’m an insane Hussein Bolt,
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| with the pace of a four-four slug in the back of the skull, Tacticals and
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| Napalm tickin away till the pain won’t wait no more, I’m a Gorilla, My Gorilla,
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| You writing that fiction I’m living the war.
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| You don’t wanna fuck with a Grey Gorilla Goon, I’m a vicious visionary,
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| bury em deep and consume, Hail to the blood moon it’s the year of the Sword,
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| Save the stains on my blade, Put fear in your ass call me Rap Lord,
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| Drinking Coors Light with the Children of the Corn, Fuckin whores right,
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| Chuckin Molotovs, bitch it’s Fight Night, Riots will incite, Inside of my
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| insight, Dark hoodie and an old knife, Apezilla bark and bite.
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| Outlined in Chalk, So many fuckin bodies any fucking body? |
| In line they fall,
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| Nobodies leaving cause we’re killing everybody, Killing Everybody, No regret,
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| Killing everyone, Welcome Death, Killing everything, In this Mutha Fucka till
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| the last one stands and there’s no-one left. |