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I am the master of evil: DJ Paul of KOM
And this is my story
Your future is written from your past
So be careful what you do
Cause it will haunt your ass
I got a problem, money, simpletons, got a problem
Gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em
In my fuckin' head I picture
Gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em
Down bad, fucked up, down bad, fucked up
Down bad, fucked up, down bad, fucked up
Down bad, fucked up, down bad, fucked up
Down bad, fucked up, down bad, fucked up
I got a problem, money, simpletons, got a problem
Gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em
In my fuckin' head I picture
Gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em
Down bad, fucked up, I been through some shit
Had to do shit I ain't wanna, real crucial shit
See my life was like a movie, Freddy Krueger shit
But that's that shit that made a nigga get stupid rich
You want my cars nigga, you don't want my life
You want these broads nigga, you don't want my life
You want my cribs nigga, you don't want my life
You know what it is nigga, you don't want my life
Is this the life I chose, or is this the life that done chose me?
Snortin' powder up my nose
Kickin' doors of niggas that used to be homies
I swear sometimes I wasn't in my right mind
I swear sometimes I wasn't on the right grind
I swear sometimes I was wastin' my time
But robbin' was my only lifeline
Stick a nigga up, thought he had keys
He ain't got nothin' but baggage
Still got a put 'em in the trunk of that box Chevy
That lil amount of dope ain't even really worth his life
Gotta let him go anyway cause if I kill him then I just might get life
Now I'm livin' a whole new life
Gettin' money the legal way, rockin' shows at night
Fuckin' these hoes at night, takin' all night fights
A nigga just tryin' to do right
But the trouble always seem to follow my ass
Every time I turn around I got these judges up my ass
Down bad, fucked up, I been through some shit
Had to do shit I ain't wanna, real crucial shit
See my life was like a movie, Freddy Krueger shit
But that's that shit that made a nigga get stupid rich
You want my cars nigga, you don't want my life
You want these broads nigga, you don't want my life
You want my cribs nigga, you don't want my life
You know what it is nigga, you don't want my life
I got a problem, money, simpletons, got a problem
Gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em
In my fuckin' head I picture
Gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em
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