Intro: Ryzarector, Grym Reaper
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Aiyyo Reaper, those kids out there say you're mad thirsty
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You got somethin for them to drink?
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Yo we can wet up two cups of blood
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Verse One:
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Arm to the leg, leg, on to the head! Yo
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Be the Ryzarector, resurrect the mental dead
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G to the R to the Y M Reaper
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As I get deeper than a crypt, resurrect, kid!
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Don't go against the grain, mad slang is my thang
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I leave the hearty party with a bang buzza
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Boom! Check my tune, it gotcha hyper
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Don't give a fuck about a sucker C-cipher!
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As you decipher the tricks of a viper
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Swine is lethal! ... is evil!
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I am original, we can build upon
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The ill form, and keep all your braincells warm!
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Hocus pocus, yo! What's the focus?
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Weak techniques you speak, the shit is bogus
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Even in a mortuary, slangin' some boom
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As I seek the knowl' from the womb to the tomb
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Verse Two:
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Yo!
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Deadly, deadly, HYAH! Get ready
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Here come the styler, wilder than Freddy
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Dead
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Cause a Krueger, boom, I do ya
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Just to let ya know Gravediggaz comin' through ya
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Dead stinkin' rotten, your braincells forgotten
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The past, you had your bumba raas pickin' cotton
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Now ya hate ya knotty hairstyles
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I guess you figure the texture is too wild
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Child
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Two cups of blood, boy
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Two cups of blood, girl
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Aw, drink that shit up
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2 Cups of Blood
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| Gravediggaz |
