| So say your prayers, your Hail Mary’s and Jesuses
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| Take two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix
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| Try to stop it but you cain’t do it (ha ha)
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| A whole generation of kids blowin out their fuckin brains to this
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| Kurt Cobain music — students converted to 'caine users
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| as soon as they heard it went out and murdered and maimed to it
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| What’s your name?
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| Judas
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| Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now let’s do this
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| I got niggaz that shoots to static — you don’t understand
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| how I’m all up in you niggaz TV’s like Carole Anne
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| I’m a poltergeist, lyrically I’m supposed to strike
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| Try to snatch this mic, you get cracked with Molson Ice
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| (Swifty get your own woman!) I want his wife
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| I’m the type to go to gamblin parties with trick dice
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| I rob casinos, slugs, eat those
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| You’d think it was the devil feedin you jalapenos
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| Now you out of the scene hoes shot at your clean clothes
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| My fo'-fo', prone to make you niggaz breathe wrong
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| It’s Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah)
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| It’s Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)
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| Cause I came back to rule this time!
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| It’s Devils Night — cause I came back to take what’s mine!
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| Yes it’s Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah)
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| It’s Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)
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| Cause I came back to rule this time!
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| It’s Devils Night — cause I came back to take what’s mine!
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| It’s like I’m on the john, tryin to shit and get no response
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| Constipated bitch, tell these pigs to back off!
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| The mind of rapist, Denaun never changes
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| Beat up strangers without a reason, I’m a anus
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| Walk the street in a «Beat It"jacket with a glove to match it
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| Drop the hat shit I put my head on opposite and step backwards
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| Walkin zombied it’s ornery
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| Pullin armed robberies on politicians without a sense of camraderie
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| Yo, I can concoct the nine slot, plus I run with the best
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| Hop on a motorcycle, bustin wheelies over your chest
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| Bystanders standin by, thinkin oh what a mess
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| Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on your neck
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| What the fuck do you expect, when the slugs are dealt
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| And make you feel every ounce of pain that Bugz done felt
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| A deranged team, smokin ganja greens
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| This car beam’ll make your fuckin head shake like tambourines
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| I pledge allegiance to the streets of the D
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| And if you think you out cold, catch a piece of this heat
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| And when it blast, it’ll take off every piece of your
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| From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute little feet
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| STOP TAKIN DRUGS! |
| I’m tryin
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| My little boy is dyin, he losin too much iron
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| And if I die, it won’t be because I got shot
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| It’ll be because I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock
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| Takin drugs is cool, that’s why I buy 'em
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| Shoot 'em up my ass, let your little brother try 'em
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| Ten years is what I’m facin
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| Police breakin in my house, Lil' Bow Wow in the basement
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| (Jermaine!) A rapist that’ll bust in your mouth
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| I’ll probably be in jail 'fore this fuckin album comes out
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| I’m eighteen years old, still shit in the bed
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| Beaten 'til I’m red, fear nothin but war and bread
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| It’s me again, fuckin dirty jinn
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| So what if it burns, bitch when I stick it in
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| No medication, I’m out of perkasets
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| I lost my weed, plus my fuckin diaper’s wet
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| It’s Devils Night! |