| Muthafuckaz watch out cause we on our way
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| Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day
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| Niggaz watch out cause we on our way
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| Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day
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| It’s close to midnight
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| And something’s evil lurkin in the dark
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| They call me Eklypss
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| I rip shit like Jack the Rip
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| And imma do shit to you that’ll stop your heart
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| I’m sinister, I loves to get sicker than the evil
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| And inject these niggaz with them dirty plague needles
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| People don’t understand
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| They think I’m a sane man
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| Till' they realize I got their fuckin guts in my hand
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| I’m homicidal and evil
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| Got hella rivals with people
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| That’ll ride or die
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| That’ll keep you from closed eyes and sleepin
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| I’m creepin
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| I see you peepin out the window
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| But fuck it
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| I’m bustin through your back door with a fo' fo'
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| And diggin in your torso with six inch claws
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| And suckin out your blood with six inch straws
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| I’m raw with a hacksaw
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| A killa that’ll axe off your dick
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| And cut your muthafuckin balls off
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| Muthafuckaz watch out cause we on our way
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| Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day
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| Niggaz watch out cause we on our way
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| Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day
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| You mind if I like Jason X?
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| It’s just, aint no tellin who I’m gonna fuck up next
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| I break backs like a pencil
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| A machete’s my killin utensil
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| Quick to show a weak nigga that I’m decent
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| I still dwell in a city of the late Bugsy Siegel
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| I roll illegal with a throw-away Desert Eagle
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| In a 84' Monte Carlo like Denzel
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| I got something sticky, blazed up Can’t you smell?
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| I break niggaz down like multiple sclerosis
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| Relentless, cause if you should try to fight back
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| It’s hopeless
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| Don’t lose focus
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| Hokus pokus
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| Supposed to keep the beamer to the eyes
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| To your snot box, to your head, to your chin
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| And here we go again
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| Steel toed boots
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| Still stompin the shit out of a bitch ass nigga
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| I’m livin ruggish and thuggish
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| I relish the moment to defeat and destroy my opponent
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| Hit him from the back with a sawed-off
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| And blow his arm off
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| I knew we got a star
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| I keep my enemies closer
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| My scope will get me close up My barrel do the face lift
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| My metal leave you faceless like a jvc
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| You brave enough to come play with me?
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| I play rough
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| Put lead toes in your guts and replace beef
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| It’s an emergency
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| I’m a surgeon, I drill niggaz
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| Peel livers back for snatch
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| You hooked in the game
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| You lookin for fame?
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| Ever since 92'
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| My shit been cookin your brain
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| Look up the name, run in your house
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| Put the gun in your mouth
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| You aint lookin the same
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| Aint runnin your route Jerry Rice
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| I aint very nice
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| Mix it with Gin every night
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| It’s a scary sight
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| Siccmade hittas, we orange peel 'em
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| Feel a milla down the side of ya bed?
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| Be lookin for the killa
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| Like Spiderman, my rhyme’s the web
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| Time for bed, Pop!
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| Two in the head, doin the dead dance
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| And I got red hands
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| And I might as well
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| Thick, I’m dry,
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| Spittin my shit too quick for fire, like Napalm
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| It’s all in my head, imma tryin to stay calm
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| Muthafuckaz watch out cause we on our way
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| Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day
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| Niggaz watch out cause we on our way
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| Doomsday, Siccmade, every day, all day |