| Yo my mafia’s like a posse a soldiers
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| Trooping through Bosnia
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| Body ya; |
| To bury ya with a hundred bodies on top of ya
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| Your life’s expired
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| You’re on the floor dead with ya' arms out like ya tired
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| My shit’s crazy like animals spreading rabies and dead babies
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| And bodies wrapped in plastic, atrocities like these are drastic
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| Cut you open, shoved a spike in ya liver, your veins are like a river
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| Blood flowing through veins like roads on a map
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| Open the (w)hole.back of ya brain
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| Perform surgery while you’re asleep
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| There’s no difference between you and sheep
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| You’re dead meat, get your throat cut to the beat
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| Machinery dragging you by ya feet
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| If ya hungry you’re dying to eat
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| Choking on ALPO with a scalpel in your Adam’s apple
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| And a Calico slug in your asshole
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| I’ll put you in a chapel
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| Kid you should be careful
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| Fucking with a butcher knife packer
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| That will butcher you like a jackal
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| You disrepect me — You’re All Fuckin Dying!
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| It wasn’t your fault, well — You’re All Fuckin Dying!
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| He’s the one that did it, well — You’re All Fuckin Dying!
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| My feelings get hurt — You’re All Fuckin Dying!
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| Sometime in ya life — You’re All Fuckin Dying!
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| Every human that’s living now — You’re All Fuckin Dying!
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| In 10 years or 30 years — You’re All Fuckin Dying!
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| When the nuclear war comes — You’re All Fuckin Dying!
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| I’m the most horrifying type of rapper to write raps
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| That be glorifying knives 'n pipes and spiked bats
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| I’ll light you up like fire-flies a da night
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| You might, get left scarred for life of spite
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| Be happy you haven’t died yet
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| The Death Rhymer preying on you soft hip hop heads
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| Til you’re dead and decaying like a corpse
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| Spreading fear and anguish through my severe language
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| Once you hear the amperage ya ears’ll need to be bandaged
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| Death is my territory
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| Every story’s infested with skeletons
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| That are very gory, it’s destined
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| That’s why moms had to give birth to me
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| So I could hit up the earth with a purpose
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| To spit a verse that’s gloomy
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| This beat is kinda like a meat grinder
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| Chopping you quick the kick thumps
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| Like a killer walking behind ya
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| It ain’t gossip spreading it’s logic
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| That Necro’s the most gothic in Gotham
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| Dead in ya projects, so fuck ya block kid
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| You’re like a possum that’s being hunted and shot
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| 'cause a bullet in ya head is the object
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| One of you pisses me off — You’re All Fuckin Dying!
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| I don’t care If I’m cool with you — You’re All Fuckin Dying!
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| Every healthy human being — You’re All Fuckin Dying!
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| Every second gets older — You’re All Fuckin Dying!
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| Open up the safe or — You’re All Fuckin Dying!
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| Make a run for the door — You’re All Fuckin Dying!
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| Touch someone in my Clique- You’re All Fuckin Dying!
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| Beat me down and let me live — You’re All Fuckin Dying!
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| That’s right you’re All Fuckin Dying!
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| Ain’t no one exempt!
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| For fuckin' contempt!
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| Know your fuckin' place
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| Fuckin' hookers
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| PSYCHO + LOGICAL RECORDS
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| Put you in your fuckin' casket
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| Bitches
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| That’s right |