| Feel my pain
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| Locked down, shackled in chains
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| Guns aimed at your Maggot Brain
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| Ready for war, Poetry’s Erotic
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| Dice, Psycho Psychotic
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| Fuck a Bruce Wayne, nigga, I’m the Reel Life Product!
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| Wake the Dead, my vocal tone’s full of power
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| Creepin' on the East Side in the midnight hour
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| Pissin' on your Dead Flowerz
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| Hell if I wasn’t
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| You caught a Slug From A 45 all of a sudden
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| Using my name in vain
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| Funny how people change
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| Let it rain, insane, egos to faze
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| Mental Stress, fuck a bulletproof vest
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| I’m the uncontested King of the Midwest
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| No lies I tell
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| E’s scared of my Mail
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| So now you dealin' with these Evil Angels Running Through Hell
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| E. A. Are. |
| T. H., the ressurection of Dice, the rebirth
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| From the home of the brave, dancing on graves
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| Plus, I blaze in mysterious ways
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| Busting A. K. S for 365 days
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| Unholy, your Mama Was A Junkie,
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| She owe me 10 G’s, snorting up a half a key
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| Blast for me, you stole from Apartment 3
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| So feel my Trilogy of Terror,
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| The Hardcore Era Threat,
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| A ghetto vet, you say you hiding on my set
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| But I ain’t met a motherfucker that can do that yet!
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| Kill or be killed, nigga
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| You ain’t real, nigga
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| Feel my steel, nigga
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| Kkkill The Fetus
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| My Understanding Is Zero
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| Fuck that Unholy Negro!
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| Dice Pacino, father of Manny and Carlito
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| Roll with Nino
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| Stickin' niggas up at the Casino!
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| Bustin' shots at bitch niggas we know!
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| I’m Wicket World Wide
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| A true hog, a Reservoir Dog
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| Fans be searchin for a nigga deep in the smog
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| I ain’t the Son of Sam
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| I’m the son of a murderous man
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| With murderous plans who took all of your fans
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| Jealousy expands, you stole styles from me and my mans
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| Without me writing your rhymes, niggas wouldn’t give you a chance!
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| Kkkill the Fetus, pull heaters on Lucifer’s leaders
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| Who don’t believe in God or Jesus
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| Dice, deadlier than 6 hundred and 66 common diseases
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| Symptoms of Insanity,
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| When you stare in the mirror, you see reflections of me, the D-I
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| Stay high, in my neighborhood, up to no good
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| Fuck natas, 'cause nigga, I’m the Mastamind
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| I’m in yo hood, motherfucker, I ain’t hard to find
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| I got to treat ya like a prostitue
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| Keep the loot 'cause I’ma hit you with a fat lawsuit
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| Motherfucker! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kkkill the Fetus, artist - Dice. Album song Black Monday, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп