Its about 7:30 and Mr. Bones is about to smoke
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Fidda ride by peep the crib i got no coat
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Legend has it that his shed is possessed marks on his chest
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Tied up as a devil blessed
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Unholy senctuary
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Killed him his wife and his daughter Mary
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Leavin visions of a blood stain and more
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Hope he doesnt have a flashback open the door
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To the passage of the men of whom i spoke
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Can you see the smoke thicken? I begin to choke
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Day dreaming is a fucked up thing you see
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Where the fuck is Bones? He's supposed to get me
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8:00 on the dot out the door and in my ride
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Butcher knife on the dashboard inside
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Bloodstains on the backseat rollin
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In a cracked up car probably stolin
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But i don't know
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Because i left my mind in el segundo
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Rollin deep with a skeleton mask on my face
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About a halfhour late
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From pickin up Hektik
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But my car stalled shit fuck it
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8:36 niggas at my door ready to go
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Here we go off trick or treatin bro
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Do re mi fa so la ti da if i die
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Then im dead bitch
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Hop in the back seat rollin 3 deep
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Gang signs up and down on G street
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And we off to the man they call unclee creepy
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And when i get there make sure that he can peep me
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Cus im scared with my back in my hand
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Whats the plan? Mother Fuckers whats the plan
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Up the stairs knock knock on the door
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Ring the bell trick or treat oh shit there that nigga go
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Trick Or Treat
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| House Of Krazees |
