Tonalité : C# minor
Verse 1
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From the depths of hell,
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comes a motherfuckin' bitch killer
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The diary of a madman,
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in case you didn't know you fuckin' with a psycho
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A crazy nigga write some
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psychoactive nigga shit
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Killin' bitches and niggas I actually
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think I think I get with this
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Figurin' that they kiss a dick style,
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could ever come close
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She the nigga who's known for poppin'
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the motherfuckin' most
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Voices in my head is the
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reason that I'm killin'
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I'm lovin' the way my nine split
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your ass up like a prism
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I'm crazy as fuck,
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you shoulda known I'm hella loco
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If you fuck with me I guarantee
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I'm gonna smoke
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Yo ass, cause I blast with my 9mm
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If I can't beat ya, the gap will defeat ya
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If my bullet reach ya,
straight to your forehead
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You're dead and you're gray,
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it's time to meet
Grim
Reaper
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A nigga like the
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X -Lope, no joke though, so ho -fo
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Y 'all ho, I let the bitch killer go
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and turn into a nympho
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But no, I don't think so,
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I gots to kill all bitches
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Is it cause I'm crazy or living
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with that sickness?
That sickness,
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that cure? I really don't think there is one
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The only way to cure yourself
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is to suck a chronic kiss on
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And I am not the wizard
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to go out like a pizza
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I guess I'm gonna die from that sickness,
I'm dizzin'
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My sickness, my sickness,
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I'm out to get paid
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If you gots to rip up shit,
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I'm slayin' razor blades
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Cause I don't give a fuck
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who you fuck up
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Just reach down deep, my nigga,
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and give that buck up
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A heights nigga,
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own that money and power, trisnip
You gotta let your nuts hang,
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cause mine is straight from cement
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It's that sickness,
I gotta kill a cracker with the quickness
Like walkin' to his house like a stranger
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I grab the white bitch by
her neck out of anger
The husband came in,
I seen him peck a wood steppin'
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I didn't say shit,
I let the tech do the checkin'
The site was scant,
it's the way I left these motherfuckers
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I lynched them both,
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and had them hangin' from a rubber
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S .A .C. is great good with that sickle
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Born in the motherfuckin' gardens
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Baby killin' till there's blood
all over the room
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Kickin' that deuce folks shit
and smokin' niggas for the
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The funkless kicks in,
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that nigga that nigga that raised the shit
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Rips the rivets, the nigga that sickness clicks,
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my nigga the roughness rips
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And I'm what you call a
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motherfuckin' prophet
Motherfuckers want the rip
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style but ain't said shit
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E
I got them niggas on the fend,
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give them a little to fuck with
And have them niggas fiendin'
for the substance
Niggas that smoke spliff but
won't develop a sickness lynch
A ignored nigga, check first,
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I held him at gunpoint
Broke raw, the motherfuckin'
baby killer's gun smoke
Lead straight to the baby's head,
my nostrils flare
Veins peak,
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the motherfuckin' nine went boom
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Brains leak,
the nigga let your sickness kick in
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Thump from the wretch of
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the baby brains
Leakin' from the crumb,
you won't know what's goin' on
Unless you beat the nigga deep,
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verse the funk of it
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So when I get to 12,
gauge and start pumpin' it
Infants and desolates fiend
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for death to hit lean
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Rip the clip mean,
rip the shit out of a nigga's spleen
Full of faux hate,
Mickey's on my 08
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Drinkin' motherfuck dink,
smokin' niggas up crank
Slingin' ass nigga from the
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Deuce folk gar dens
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Give him a bit of a wicked
nigga to rip in 12 hardened
It's a sickness,
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that nigga chaos hit me with the greens and shit
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And I gave birth,
wicked with that motherfuckin' sickness
Sickness, sickness,
sickness, sickness
Stealin' all my oats and
start with heroin,
God's my witness
Stealin' a life that's fucked,
my child is sick, but that's my business
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Ask me how I'm livin', but I never say
If I was a tailor,
then you wouldn't listen anyway
An 84 gang of niggas from
LA came I put my quarter in the
slot to start the dope
game I got the plug and then
I hooked up with my
partner
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We hit the books, we hit the spot, location
was the
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One with that sickness,
oh that sickness
runnin' through my blood
Endangered island, I reside and give the
view my love
If you have that sickness,
that sickness make
you blast with the quickness
Same mistake with the intentions of the
hickas
Cause every weekend at the club,
niggas comin'
there
With they fuckin' .22s bustin' in the air
A little something from young
Meek to make the bitches holla
I'll send this shit out to myself, the
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Baller
A
Am
My nigga
Pee
Wee
Luck
Finna kick that killer shit,
you know what I'm sayin'?
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Niggas crazy as fuck,
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and dyin' of that sickness
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That sickness, that sickness kicks in
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Sis k on my breath,
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now I'm hittin' the final jam
Drunk as fuck, will I last to the morrow?
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Beggars and punes,
now I'm livin' in the bop
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The bop
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Time's up, caught slippin' in a fantasy,
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my gun
Brain gone
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No sense of reality, sane or insane
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Which one will a nigga try?
187, I'm seein' psycho
in people's eyes
Split personality,
now it's time for a fuckin' change
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Low swin' in the dark and I don't
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know my fuckin' name
Deeper and deeper into the bottle,
I'm thinkin' about suicide
Tellin' the next nigga to tell the truth,
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I don't wanna die
I sit cryin' in the corner,
shit got me trippin'
Grab my nine for some land
I got your clip, we can't be slippin'
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Slapped extra clippin',
nobody here to stop me
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Psycho killin'
Pee -wee, and
Pee -wee wants to pop me
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Nine to the head and I'm
drippin' sweat
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Psycho, you won't do it
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Said we love you, bet?
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In the corner, still trippin'
Thoughts keep on crowdin' me
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I'm at the point of no return
What's up?
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I'm out
That sickness,
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I kill 50 people and they hauntin' me
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I sit in the middle of a storm with
some candles lit
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Thinkin', maybe I should do that,
it's killin' me softly
My brain is donin',
it ain't comin' back, I coulda swore
I saw my nigga
Psycho standin' over me
I know it wasn't him,
cause he's been buried for a week
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The silence of the black sheep,
deep in the middle of the night
I start to sweat,
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window wide open with two hoes in my neck
And can't nobody tell me shit flow
Cause every time I close my eyes,
I hear
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Psycho say
Yo, cuz, I thought we had a deal
Mouth wrapped around the
barrel when I taste steel
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