| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| Welcome to the cemetery
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| Wonder what I see?
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| This one here died from HIV
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| I’m like the reaper of death
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| Taking steps through cemetery with my gold bottle of Hen
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| This is Jim, he the tool man
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| He flipt his new van over like a roller coaster
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| Got 'em on a new stand
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| And this is little Jen, her mama had her in the pen
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| So her future was bleek before it began
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| And homie right here he was in the grims
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| 'Til he cold ran the wrong Colombian
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| Politician, collage prison, electrician
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| Officiation, we all gone end up in this position
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| In the box with our body all stiffen
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| This the homie Mark, he got murdered by a cop
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| In front of a NY barbershop where the kids starve a lot
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| OG’s spark a lot, so the D’s spark does not
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| Right in the parking lot
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| And this is little Chris he went through some shit
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| He had scoliosis and roller coasted his wrist
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| But nothing close to this kid named Rolen Nahodacig
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| Put toasters up to his wig and roasted him like a pig
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| Welcome to the graveyard
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| Wonder what I see?
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| This one here, yes, he must have OD
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| What a wild day
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| I seen a old lady burying a crack baby that was only three days
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| And this my homie Kane, he died in a plane crash
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| With the oxygen mask stuck to his face
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| And this is little Faith, she sip a little case
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| With a gray goose and drive a Lex coupe
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| 'Till she’s all stay true but swerve them play goose
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| 'Til she pop, pop, popped right our her sun wouth
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| This the crazy truth
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| This mamy rockin' Daisy Dukes
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| Got choked until she turned baby blue
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| That shit was shady too
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| 'Cause this cat around the way shot up the crib
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| Missed and hit the baby
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| To say it ain’t true, hope you ain’t next
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| Sincerely yours, it’s the reaper of death and
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| Welcome to the cemetery
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| Wonder what I see?
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| This one here died from HIV
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| This is little Tamy, her uncle went up in her panties and hurt her badly
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| When she was stayin' over grannies
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| Started takin' Zanex to erase the man who gave her bad memory
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| She fucked around and took too many
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| And this the homie Mani, he liked to skydive
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| 'Til he hit a high ride, ended up on sci fi
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| Asked the lord why, but he could care less
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| Sincerely yours, it’s the reaper of death and
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| Welcome to the graveyard
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| Wonder what I see?
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| This one here, yes, he must have OD
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people
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| I see dead people |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I See Dead People , by - Termanology. Song from the album Time Machine, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп