| Hold Up, Hold Up
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| Silence!
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| Ladies and gentleman!
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| Boys and girls!
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| It’s dying time!
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| 1: Redrum
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| A bullet to kill, That’s why im ill
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| For the real blood spill, the chills
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| Comes are you getting the feel of grazes?
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| Heaven to hell, (Help me!)?
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| You better be leaving now, or else we
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| Have to kill your daughters, they caught us
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| And brought us to the cemetary (Yes Yes!)
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| Put us in the slaughters, pray to the lord
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| He ignored you hord, now the liners is coming to
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| Gut you with the corse, We got so live (Evil!)
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| Live (Evil!) No matter where you run, we see you
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| And I wouldn’t wanna be you!
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| The blood of your crew runs like water
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| Run, Run! |
| For the what’cha every waters!
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| Left, Stressed, chase
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| As I sliver
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| The grains your pain give a free of flesh forever
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| Watch out behind you, because I’m coming to find you
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| Red from and seven your run don’t let me have to remind you!
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| Run, run, run, for your life
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| Graveyard niggas on the streef, let trust
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| Run, run, run, for your life
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| Flatlinerz gonna you killing at knife
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| 2: Tempest
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| Creeping up for once (?)
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| I come with the canniballs
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| I beat on certains fronts
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| And leave the rest for my animals
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| Now tales are tasty, terror
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| Flatlinerz error, That is couldn’t plannin' (Yes?) I’m a mirror
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| To all your groups, I’m through with my troops
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| With the horror based lines and the loots
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| While you boots
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| Now deep down with the?
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| Get the picture, check my scriptures
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| Watch me rip you, funky fixtures
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| It’s all in the mixture?
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| Like a mothaf****** tomb
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| Now what are you gonna do, when they are
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| Coming through cause, one two death is coming for you
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| So go and?
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| your luck, I’m screeching like a truck
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| Around the corner, I’ll see you around the?
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| 3: Gravedigger [?
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| A money maker, (?) the undertaker?
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| I flip words,?
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| one strange bird?
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| My animal magnetism?
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| Bring it on, I put my knife right
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| Through ya leg?
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| From the deep dark dimension, should I be mentioned, I be lynching
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| To the top, to the death I fill my soul with vengence
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| Picture a?
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| with the second
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| Niggas that played their self around my way
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| They got?, Syndrome?
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| Comin' up and down the surface?
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| So what’s the purpose? |