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a merry little diddy I wrote a while back. slantize on the beat
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Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #4,554
Peak in subgenre #716
Uploaded
August 21, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.0 MB 128 kbps 3:18
Lyrics
I Gotta kill you the voices that I hear are naggin at me I Gotta do what they say I Gotta keep they asses happy if I don’t they might make me try to kill myself again after they make me watch myself slaughter my family and friends sanity ends when the voices start chantin’ my name another innocent bystander gets blown out the frame people taunt me and hate me call me a demon mercenary but when the voices start talkin things are getin worse than scary it’s nothin merry the situations getting worse than hairy if you around when it happens you’ll be getting worse than buried dispersing everybody around quick and you can bet I wont stop squeezing the trigger until the chamber starts clickin’ , when that happens I’m stickin’ you I’m sick a psychotic your clique’ll get daunted because I can get wicked demonic. I’m the product of a lil kid who gets picked at and taunted now I’m the one torturin yall niggas isn’t it Ironic heh Chorus: malice agonizing sick and painful torture / unrelenting never ending havoc / bleed beneath the twilight sky moon full as you lay and you die hoe I’m talkin bout malice , violence , breaking the silence of night wit fresh blood in my chalice Hundreds of thousands lay before the callous voices in my mind the voices of malice.. Verse: I’m hated everywhere people spit and degrade me / it’s probably cause I’m just a lil different and crazy / they hate me for shootin’ up a pregnant lady.. it isn’t my fault bitch I was aimin for the baby / or maybe it’s all of the above a ghetto Goth wit a penchant for killing’ you ballas , G’s , and thugs not for ya money but for the sport of it I tore a bitch like a Philly wit showing no apology and love. Got a mind full of hatred and no pity wit my killing’ rate the cops are gonna end up yellow tapping the whole city / Hoe I stay in a violent state killin’ you aint enough I’m robbin your corpse and then drive byin’ your wake / I’m dyin to break all of you prep bitches death is invented lets see you bitches talk shit when breath is prevented bitch when I catch you on the street by yourself then you finished aint nobody safe nigga death is a menace (nigga) (Chorus)
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