VERSE 1:
From the twitchin' of my thumb
Somethin' wicked this way comes
Throwin' bombs
It's the prince of darkness anti-christ, come get you some
Crucial style crucifying killa from the sixth dimension
I'm takin' souls from hoes, claw up the competition
All in my mind is only is only evil thoughts and I'm the gatekeeper
To the path of terror to the rim of the grim reaper
As I ressurect and rise above my mortal stage
I see my fingers as they disappear, bein' replaced by razorblades
On a murder spree I killed off all them bastards starrin' at me
Brеakin' bad I'm breakin' bones and rollin' domes ain't got no mеrcy
'Cause I'm cursed, G. always had the mites and thangs
Don't hate me, mane
All I wanna do is chill, kill and drink yo blood and thangs
Callin' me sick, that's your worst mistake
'Cause I won't hesitate to marinate
Chop you up and spread you 'cross my dinner plate
The cannibalistic nigga hollowpoint, don't need no fuckin' sequel
Lookin' Death straight in his eye, I bet you I don't fear no evil
VERSE 2:
I'm a product of a motherfuckin' sub-human race
With a Chucky style grin 'cross my motherfuckin' face
Catch a case if a nigga try to start hoe shit
Biggity buck better duck 'cause I'm aimin' for yo head, trick
Traumatizin' no surprisin' hollowpoint the thriller mane
Closin' shop with my Glock cocked just to kill a mane
Full'a that hay pistol play like a child plays in mud
For the thug like myself and Dre leavin' fuckin' slugs
In y'all chest lay a deep rest for that shit y'all try
Try'na fuck a playa from the Grove is a death ride
Homicide, Pistol Grip my roadie, hate y'all bitches too
Runnin' dodgin' flaugin' ass cowards and they Piru
Fuck you, you can catch a hot one too
Feel my wrath
66 thousand real folks strapped to bust yo ass
In the past is yo life, in the wind that's me, friend
Kickin' it with the big M.C.K. drinkin' (???) gin
That's my dog, he my folk, got his eyes on my back
Keepin' the gat, what's the password, call it Mossberg
On the curb is your body, Gotti style hit fool
Bleedin' from the laws, jumpin' walls, still lookin' smooth
Left a pool full of blood, left some tricks in disgrace
ABP come fuck with me, I increase the murder rate
From the twitchin' of my thumb
Somethin' wicked this way comes
Throwin' bombs
It's the prince of darkness anti-christ, come get you some
Crucial style crucifying killa from the sixth dimension
I'm takin' souls from hoes, claw up the competition
All in my mind is only is only evil thoughts and I'm the gatekeeper
To the path of terror to the rim of the grim reaper
As I ressurect and rise above my mortal stage
I see my fingers as they disappear, bein' replaced by razorblades
On a murder spree I killed off all them bastards starrin' at me
Brеakin' bad I'm breakin' bones and rollin' domes ain't got no mеrcy
'Cause I'm cursed, G. always had the mites and thangs
Don't hate me, mane
All I wanna do is chill, kill and drink yo blood and thangs
Callin' me sick, that's your worst mistake
'Cause I won't hesitate to marinate
Chop you up and spread you 'cross my dinner plate
The cannibalistic nigga hollowpoint, don't need no fuckin' sequel
Lookin' Death straight in his eye, I bet you I don't fear no evil
VERSE 2:
I'm a product of a motherfuckin' sub-human race
With a Chucky style grin 'cross my motherfuckin' face
Catch a case if a nigga try to start hoe shit
Biggity buck better duck 'cause I'm aimin' for yo head, trick
Traumatizin' no surprisin' hollowpoint the thriller mane
Closin' shop with my Glock cocked just to kill a mane
Full'a that hay pistol play like a child plays in mud
For the thug like myself and Dre leavin' fuckin' slugs
In y'all chest lay a deep rest for that shit y'all try
Try'na fuck a playa from the Grove is a death ride
Homicide, Pistol Grip my roadie, hate y'all bitches too
Runnin' dodgin' flaugin' ass cowards and they Piru
Fuck you, you can catch a hot one too
Feel my wrath
66 thousand real folks strapped to bust yo ass
In the past is yo life, in the wind that's me, friend
Kickin' it with the big M.C.K. drinkin' (???) gin
That's my dog, he my folk, got his eyes on my back
Keepin' the gat, what's the password, call it Mossberg
On the curb is your body, Gotti style hit fool
Bleedin' from the laws, jumpin' walls, still lookin' smooth
Left a pool full of blood, left some tricks in disgrace
ABP come fuck with me, I increase the murder rate
( Gimi Sum Dungeon )
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