Chorus x3
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Evertime I see you slippin'
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I go and reach for my mac 10
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Victims of my devils playground
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(Koopsta Knicca)
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Damn I'm about to bust a cap up in these tricks
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Chris
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I'm thinkin' deadly and I'm scopin' with that infarred
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Kickin' it with the hardest click
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Leavin' bodies rottin' up in them ditches
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Man what's done if my tongue hits like a ton of brizicks
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Koops not concerned
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I let you burn and burn and burn
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Everything in the prophecy has been demonically read
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So I learned
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Deep in the morgue
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Lie corps in the quateras
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They wanna face in a line of order
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Can you place this shit
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When you crawled up on the red man
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You bounce set up in this bitch
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Sittin' man and thinkin'
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Though my dreams I hear little kids screamin
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Poor preachers I waited for hangin'
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Which got me like bored in the psycho ward like daily
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The 6-6-6 mystery man
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Is takin' me straight to insanity
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Could it be a dimension of witches that bring out voices
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That issue more tragedies
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The seas of cries
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Will soon be turning
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Your fuckin' life over
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Left the priest and island bleeding of four leaf clover
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Then I crinkle enough of these slugs
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?? I'd rather be mugged to drink up a pint of his blood
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Chorus x1
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Slippin
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| Three 6 Mafia |
