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Yeah. let me get on of those big mother f**kers and shit in here
You know what I’m sayin’?
I’m back in this bitch!
Just like Ice-T, you mother f**kers should’ve killed me last year!
In the house with my mother f**king brother Esham
You know what I’m sayin’?
Gettin’ a little too much power in this mother f**ker!
Sick in the head, so I tryed to kill a priest
I’m thinkin’ of excuses instead of killin’ me
The symptoms of insanity got me goin’ psycho
Friday the 13th just like Michael
If I get wreck then I wreck when I wreck it
When I mic check one, two, when I check it
Lookin’ for excuses just to get ill
How many cops can one man kill?
Many, plenty, all is any
A pity for your thoughts but death is what you brought
From a public enemy, public figure
Not your regular nigga
Like a rusty razor but I faze ya like a tazer
Think I’m malice green, and then I get dejavu
Then I get voodoo wicket
Slide a rusty razor across your throat then I stick it
Shit goddamn, goddamn shit
Suck my dick when the heater go click
And by the way, f**k you man
Goddamn, you better murder the man
You betta murder the man, you betta, Red Rum, Red Rum(2x)
You betta murder the man
You betta murder the man, you betta, Red Rum, Red Rum(2x)
You betta murder me man, before some nigga get hurt
Let a nun suck my dick in the back of a church
Another one bites the dirt, when I put in work
Shit, you talkin’ to a expert
The tazmanian devil, black devil
That devil you don’t know, and don’t wanna know
Cause I’m kinda like a head hunter jack choppin’ off
And I’m gonna black, you know I wore the
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