| Sickos
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| Back for part, 666 baby
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| Lil One, Gelo
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| You know how we do, hehe
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| Welcome to the Terror Dome
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| Well it’s the spookest comin through
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| Mothafucka, me and you
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| Gotta little rendevous time to call the Misty Blue
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| To offically announce you
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| Now take a deep breath while you hear death pronounce you
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| Far from this Earth since the first day of birth
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| I was chosen to leave a mothafucka dead frozen
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| And my hate full of passion remains
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| To every single one of you that ever put my name
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| All up in your mix still I gotta triple 6 you
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| Look up in your eyes, analyze then I pist you
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| Cause you’re all full of bull shit fiendin for the new shit
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| Yappin out your mouth but never do shit
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| How many times must I
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| (Mothafuckas that be slippin get that ass whippin)
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| Now time for you to die
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| (Anybody wanna trip face the bottomless pit)
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| I’m that killer in your closet
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| That monster under your bed
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| That leaky kitchen fauset puttin nightmares in your head
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| Bred amongst the felons that be dealin wit the (?)
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| Misguided maniacs, hypocritical herotex
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| Where it get’s darker, your soul can see
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| Can hear but still you’ll feel it’s me
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| Can it be just suspions or preminations of death
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| On the back of your neck feel the heat of my breath
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| Laid to rest the business the shit deservin of your snitchy lips
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| Indespose of extra clips like all the hoes and bitches get
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| Fraudulance of any kind not tolerated, simply stated
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| Fakers gettin terminated give em time they’ll learn to hate it
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| Made it still intoxicated, faded off your agony
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| Caught up in a tradgedy fiendin for catostrophy
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| Hopin you kissed the family, naturally they mad at me
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| But they tried to test the man in me
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| So this is how it has to be
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| Now one for your life mothafuck you and your wife
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| It’s the natural born killa, rollin wit my nigga
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| Gelo, you fin to go and get our little blast on
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| Put the hockey mask on, and buck em til ya pass on
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| And see ya burnin holy water wit the father
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| Now show how I don’t give a fuck I man slaughter
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| Execute, put to death, slay and assasinate
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| Keep it all real for you mothafuckin fakes
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| And never could you test, take the S up off your chest
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| You fuck wit the Little, you’re fuckin wit the very best
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| I suggest, you book before I catch you
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| I put this on the devil, like death I’m gonna snatch you |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Time 4 You To Die, artist - Mr. Lil One. Album song So Sick - The Album, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп