| OKS original killa shit that’ll leave yo wrists slit
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| OKS niggas with the biscuits mobbin through your district splifted on some sick
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| shit
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| raisin’up from my tomb
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| time warp on a dime off the shrooms
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| zoom in let me take your mind on a journey
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| see what I see visions of bodies burnin'
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| like turnin a pistol and pointin it to your dome
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| cock it back squeeze the trigger blow and it’s on brains gone, thrown out the back of your cranium
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| trippin’on your shorts, left your ass a corpse on your Ma’s front porch
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| about to torch down the house
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| caught your mama and her spouse fuckin on the couch like south
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| bout to make moves off your fam bam
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| madman lyrically from rap to seran next plan
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| let me expand on my artwork genius in my reality
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| pure insanity can it be the angel dust that turns your brains to dust
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| bust lyrics strangle us no one is insane as us OKS original killa shit that’ll leave yo wrists slit
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| OKS niggas with the biscuits mobbin through your district splifted on some sick
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| shit
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| takin puffs on the smoke I call the Anti-Christ
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| got me seein red and purple lights
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| mixed with black dots
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| peep the backdrop of the crime scene
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| niggas seein'19"I'm seein’widescreen
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| so much red Visine can’t get it out
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| from the rage of the slugs as the iron spit it out
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| it is I Psycho palmin’the Desert Eagle
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| creepin’through your blocks in the crypt colored Reagal
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| pure evil bumpin brother Lynch season of the sick
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| how you gonna reason with the Psycho I’m the desolate
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| watch the devil spit, call the exorcist
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| satanic messages, got me wearin nigases for necklaces
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| yes it is the messenger of death watch yo step
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| I’m quite wicked
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| make a motherfucker leak his life liquid
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| so why risk it it’s a suicide
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| when it comes to you and I do or fly nigga you will die |