| I do you like a witch doctor
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| Triple hex put on your soul
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| Ain’t no one gonna stop the
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| Torture I put you through putting pins through your voodoo doll
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| Lace you with some fire
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| Rip off ya legs till ya have to crawl
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| Fuckin with the loss gates
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| I have ya burning in some hot water
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| Put that shit to 250 let it burn up hotter
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| Why oh why oh why, did you have to slip
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| fall in my dungeon while I was trying to fly
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| (Put a curse on you)
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| (Quasimoto)
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| I make your whole life backwards cause I’m the illa fiend
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| Ready to put ya head in the guillotine
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| Drilling clean
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| All the way to the bone flesh up in 'em
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| (Cause all that all that mean done squeezed in 'em)
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| (goes to heaven you go)
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| (rum and coke and cocaine)
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| (and I tired pusher comes cutting your stuff with talcum too)
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| (Madlib)
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| Made the block gobble up ya future too
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| And ya hit come up in the jones on you
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| You go from one bag a day to two, three, four, all because
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| (Put a curse on you)
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| (Madlib)
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| Now you can’t see no beauty in your women folk too
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| Plus you take da arm
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| Put them on the line too
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| Pimp get the behind
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| Hit’cha get the mind
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| (Put a curse on you)
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| (May all your children end up junkies to)
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| (Your mind been tricked by the power to buy that ounce)
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| (Your young daughters give rich old dudes head in limousines too)
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| (Put a curse on you)
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| (Put a curse on you) |