| -?Scream?-
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| How can you have faith in a god
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| That can not even control creation
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| How can he lead you to salvation
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| There is no hope in chaos-only
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| Welcome to the other side of reality
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| And this is your eternity (eternity)
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| (Juicy-J)
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| The end of the world
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| I can see it comin'
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| So I pack my nine millimeters and I start
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| Huntin'
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| For these niggas that talk shit
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| Man these hoes will never quit until ya Leave’em hangin’from a tree or thrown
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| In a ditch
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| Which one of you
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| Niggas think you really got them guts
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| To walk up to his house, knock on his door
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| Let’em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge
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| Backed up by an A-K
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| Fore you go to bed at night you bitches
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| Better kneel and pray
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| Cause when it’s business
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| We takin’care our business
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| I’m clappin’on any of a witness
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| Or any who wanna get in it Man this shit is real
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| Not them stories you put in your raps
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| Not even that bullshit you talk behind
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| A nigga back
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| Let me make it simple and plain
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| Run up and you’ll get your brains-blown
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| To the side of the curb with that plastic
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| Thang-thang nina glock 19
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| With the 20 clip
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| You don’t wanna fuck with this
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| You don’t wanna fuck with this
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| Therefore all you clicks, and you clans
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| And you crews
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| Fuckin', fuckin'with this click
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| And we gon’bring it to your ass
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| (Koopsta Knicca)
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| Man for what any crime I swear I’ll die
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| Before I do some time
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| Bitch the Koopsta massive when I murder
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| With the muthafuckin’plastic nine
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| Corpses that we tortured in the chevy
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| Voices won’t let me rest
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| Could this be the end yet
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| Or a message sent from Satan (nigga omens)
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| They open the gates of horror
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| For them horror lords
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| We tortured the cases who arrested
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| The faces of triple six
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| That which is sorcerer
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| (Kill that bitch, chop that bitch)
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| Or you might get caught on a crucifix
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| I’m sick of that burning inside of my Cradle I’m wishin’that He could just come
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| Yet
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| This nina gots no trigger so I’m clickin'
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| Real quick like a serial killa mon'
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| Straight from that cell for real’a
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| I’ll buck you dead my nigga
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| And it’s a shame when I dropped’em off
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| The break mane
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| In return I got no thangs
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| I went in dark room fool Koop be jackin'
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| For their thang
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| Everytime I see’s you slippin'
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| I go into a my Mac-10 (Mac-10)
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| Victims of my devil’s playground
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| Come burn with me until the end
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| (Lord Infamous)
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| Totin’the dead body over my shoulder
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| And sure to break out with my shovel
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| Or let evil look forward
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| And I start to dig up and toss in the body
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| And give up more money as bank of the sore
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| Three seperate bodies hacked up with a axe
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| And I think a big sack
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| Been chewed up by rats
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| I’m just writing these poems
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| They bring to renown cause a triple six
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| Night to rescore
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| Split rists with nee-dles in my fists
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| And amidst', thy clicks, of tricks
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| No I’m not a Christian
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| But I’m mentally ill and I don’t
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| Understand all the reasons
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| Well I think it’s killin’season
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| And neither does my schitzophrenic friends
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| So therefore nigga due to my mental
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| Defocalty
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| Scarecrow is only entertained
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| By helping enemies bleed
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| Let all the bodies soak in all the blood
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| Let’s go smoke with that chick with no pity
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| I bloody cut chop up they shell goes in 20 gauge
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| Finally thinkin’like I was fright-nit-ting
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| I’m havin’no thoughts
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| Of the lives I’ve done lost
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| When I’m blazin’that stupid gauge fire
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| Cause I’m havin’a halloween slaughter
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| It turned my gun focal
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| Just thank Micheal Myers
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| No mutilation’s paralyzations
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| Got no patience when I’m chasin'
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| Down a patient
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| Tryin’to thwart assassination
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| (Dj Paul)
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| I’m on a cross loose up off these
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| Cut me free (cut me free)
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| I’l draw your portrait if you put me Down on my feet (down on my feet)
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| My cross turns upside down
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| And finally I’m loose
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| I flip the land and released up of some
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| Sinners Scarecrow and the Juice
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| I look to the sky and all I could say was
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| Well finally it’s on again
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| No lord could stop us now
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| Cause the demons reborn again
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| My praise
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| The first power found me So I could never cower
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| Without a mind fool murder bust and bounce
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| I’ll tell you half about this antichrist
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| Look into my eyes tell me what you see
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| The demonic man about scarecrowism
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| Saints can you feel me I try for years and years
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| Sinkin’this one day of depression
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| Stormy weather and church bells
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| Ringin’to the election of a new-follower
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| Follow me into the trees
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| Watch me rob Adam
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| And watch me rape Eve
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| In this eve-much destruction
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| Most will probably wonder
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| With Dj Paul, the Triple Six click
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| And Hell take’em under
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| -Laughter-
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| (Juicy J)
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| Bitch, now never
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| -Laughter-
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| -Sounds of rain and church bells fade- |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuckin With Dis Click , by - Three 6 Mafia. Song from the album Mystic Stylez: The First Album, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп