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Главная » 2009 » Апрель » 19 » FX
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The black magic
My doll trouble
Voodoo and wicked spells
I dwell my scales
My brain bleeds bloody tales
Just a tomb tormenty axe
With a swinging axe
Attacks any person that moves for or steps back
Relax muthafukas the secrete lyes in the souls
Barely creeps so deep all the way til nine feet
An entrance to whom to my home sweet home
With fires burning your urine
For another House of Krazees song
The ROC that is me
Im taking you on a trip
My nuts still dragging like a ball and chain
My dicks the whip
You can't hide and you can't run from the son of
Guns has yo ass screaming look who's on the run
Come and get some of this
But watch yo shit
The clock has finally struck the hour for da killings bitch
There's no illusions just realism de effects
Are like tragic when you try to deal with em
My wig split em sticka
Stick a nigga boom clip boom
I broke ya neck whos next brotha FX
Its the deal
The dead will be dropping bombs
Here they come and fucking sing along with the jam
The man that you want to see
Mista Bones I break the compasity
The rinkle style playing yo eardrums fo-a-second
With the effects to break your necks with the wicked
Beats and drums surround and the fucking rythm
Plain old thoughts of suicide is what Im giving
To the minegrain explodes off the track
And the night the demon was on yo back
Break it down you very well
Mentle running in overdrive sacrafice on the hill
Listen 'cause the bones begin to reck
And watch yo ass for the wicked ass FX
Mass illusions
Something extrodinarly strange
Home the deranged you thought you could hang
You smell the look of the in the instimentle case
The time is now for you to try and leave this place
You jump in the corner
Running down the hallway you see a door
You think it's nothing
You open it and fall right through the floor
There's no escape so living to live
Becomes a spiritual angish or even test of hell is wrong
My testimony sparks the intrum from you bastards
Wickedly macking I leave yo ass in bandages
So with yo roosta leaving with some broke necks
You can't fuck with the flicks check the FX
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