| Ain’t no where to run, ain’t no where to hide
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| Cause we makin’death threat phone call, plenty killas right outside
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| Waitin’for you to make a move, waitin’for you to make a move
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| When I get my hands on you ain’t no tellin’what I’ll do Train those kids from homeless schools
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| Chopped up bodies in the tube
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| Burnin’in the back yard. |
| Use the blood to fill my pool
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| Fill it up with nothin’left
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| Tape record the face of death
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| Evil forces in my mind tellin’me to kill myself
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| I shall fulfill your every desire
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| Tied up to my bed made off hot barbed wire
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| Take the stash to the (…) of your living room
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| Black magic wicked Voodoo
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| Turn the furnace high run outside
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| Tonight, tonight your fire
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| They close to the (?) and the multi (?)
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| Eternal miss a (?) when they bake the (?)
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| Fuck the punishments, hearts of unholiness
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| Takin’to be crazy bang. |
| That blood be red, red
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| Three 6 won’t you tell me if you feel me?
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| Teat that poppin’and droppin’inside the mon
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| C’mon everybody sing a song cause he’s gone
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| Bow down Koopsta holdin’that gun, Koopsta holdin’that gun
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| Buck’em down only one
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| But he looked me in my eyes, but i cant help it So make me out to kill a bitch before he help a bitch
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| Murda, Murda my intention. |
| Came a new dimension
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| Neitha’do I mention. |
| The drugs we fill in your system
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| We sticked’em with needles and feet the feat is beat us if you dare to Sicker than fevers, meat clevers, leave us to the bed roof
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| Don’t answer the phone it might be the one that you been dodgin’fool
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| Don’t answer the phone it might be the one thats at the window crew
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| Just cut off the ring and let me make a way to your soul
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| Behind the T.V. in the corner with your eyes closed |