| Step to the altar as a sacrificial lamb
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| When you enter 12 o’clock, on the dot, bet he drops in the center
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| Of a star sided circle pentagram, it’s official
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| Worse than Heaven’s Gate baby, massive family come to get you
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| Stab your body 'til you with it, drink your blood mixed with liquor
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| Bloody meat, chew on, smokin weed and a Swisher
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| While you bleed I’ll read the scripture, snatch a snake while it slither
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| Ceremonies of a black moon risin on you tit
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| It’s the gettin sicker, now the world is into war
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| Everybody led a beast who fell asleep with a whore
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| Revelation on the rise, tribulation at the door
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| Don’t nobody know the time, so throw your Rolex to the floor!
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| Midnight madness! |
| Ahh, we the undertakers
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| Midnight madness!
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| Midnight madness!
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| With Anacin and Dexetrim, medical pharmaceuticals
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| And tetracycline
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| With the Michelin Man on stage
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| Soaked thongs wrapped around Been Grim
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| Space Ghost!
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| Popeye and Brutus was supposed to smuggle Barney’s work
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| But the Teletubbies waitin by the Greyhound bus station
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| Big Bird wanted to kill Oscar
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| But Minute Mouse was runnin the East coast with Bat Mike and Gazoo
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| On Harley Davidson bikes, Kermit the Frog was the project guard
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| Mr. Slate and Barney Rubble drivin a Cadillac Escalade
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| Donald Duck walkin across the street with Link from Mod Squad
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| Davey and Goliath in the purple 6−4 with mink rugs on the floor
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| Sippity Sam and Talcon Sam
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| Frank’n’Berry on the corner worried about Perry (Perry)
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| Midnight madness!
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| I buck one I buck two, could even buck you
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| Kick back nasty-minded ways to fuck witchu
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| Cause this is what I do, kill yo' whole crew
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| Told you I’m incredible game, so fuckin spit and
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| No compassion is shown to my victims
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| Each battle I’m winnin cause I’ma get wit it
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| I’m this Don that strike, get yo' cap peeled tonight
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| Unbelievable, nobody unpredictable
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| Hood life queen puttin it down for the S. C
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| Before I leave, who they really wanna see
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| Nobody baby
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| Fuck with the queen of the tribe of the knives
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| Nobody who surprised, come take a walk with me, and you gon' ride
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| You died, a body bag, cause you made a bitch mad
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| Madder than a hatter, not really that that matter
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| My noggin so fucked up, I’m convinced I’m a psycho
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| Let my vocalistic rhymin take you to another level
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| Feel the fire, look at how we burn but the sherm
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| Keep the flick of the flame jumpin, now lemme hear ya say somethin
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| I keep it comin
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| Let my vocalistics carry ya, represent yo' area
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| Six 4−5 automatics in my rifle
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| Ready to set it off, BOO-YAA, when it’s a quick draw
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| Get yo' ass kicked tonight
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| … cause it’s the midnight madness |