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Die-ee-ya-ee-ya-ee-ya-ahhh
Open your eyes, hypnotized, surprise
Motherfucker you gon' die
I, I close my eyes
And, am I surprised to see what's on my mind
I dwell in a spot that's super hot
Welcome to my area
There's a dead nigga on the block, call the cops
Welcome to my area
Make a fat knot sellin' chronic and some rocks
Welcome to my area
My hogs drop dogs and you will get dropped
Welcome to my area
It's like this, mass destruction, consequences
Repercussions, sick intentions
Blow a left tire on the GTA
On I-15, when the cops are chasin'
Made it to the exit ramp, feelin' amped
But I swerved and hit the curb
My best chance was a pair of Perry Ellis, true shife felon
So I'm runnin' for the ghetto, bird
So they chased me out the suburbs
But it's all good, 'cause I'm in my hood
Know the dark places and the corners to cut
Like the back of my hand, like I know I should
Roughneck, oh shit, the ghetto bird
Hit the fence and ripped the sleeve
I'm in the backyard of dynamites
So I jumped in the doghouse
With his pitbull Hercules
And let the bitches in the sky fly by
I tapped this one, he said "What up, nig?"
Get yo' ass in, you need to chill
Hit this blunt, sip this Henn'
Roughneck syndrome makes it hot in December
And at the track Kris Kringle
You can call me the ghetto Grinch
I keep a shooby-doo and all my Siccmade family members
Uhh
I, I close my eyes
And, am I surprised to see what's on my mind
Die-ee-ya-ee-ya-ee-ya-ahhh
Open your eyes, hypnotized, surprise
Motherfucker you gon' die
Die-ee-ya-ee-ya-ee-ya-ahhh
Nigga what's up, now you stuck
With nothin' but bad luck, nigga you fucked
Don't you feel this scorchin' you, might have to torture you
Cut your nuts with razor blades, make pork and stew
I like pork and meat, I'm on your porch with heat
You want the triple crown, I cut off your horse's feet
Yeah of course it's me, the B-A-B-Y K-I double L
Rap in your stomach swell, kick it to size twelve
You was a flute bitch, I wouldn't let you keep it
I was off of two-fifths, it's all Little C
Put you in the bedroom, ripped your guts
Bitch give me some head room, no nicks or cuts
Ho, I hate that shit, you know I break that shit
Call me super dick, they can't find a cape that fit
So I don't hate, I like comin' in your door straight
You bitches is so fake, you can die a slow fate
You gets no grapes, just nuts in your mouth
Strap in your mouth, and a MAC in your mouth, nigga
I, I close my eyes
And, am I surprised to see what's on my mind
Die-ee-ya-ee-ya-ee-ya-ahhh
Open your eyes, hypnotized, surprise
Motherfucker you gon' die
Die-ee-ya-ee-ya-ee-ya-ahhh
Nigga what's up, now you stuck
With nothin' but bad luck, nigga you fucked
Motion detector, plague infector
Knife dissector, bone collector
Hannibal Lecter like nigga
With a lighter and a fire in my fuel injector
I set 'em up, knock 'em down
Get my clown on, cut 'em up with a frown on
I gets down on niggas, hellbound with the trigger
I'm a killer lookin' to make more than six figures
Gettin' twisted up, like a French braid
Rippin' you up, 'cause you bitchmade
Sin City and the sickest nigga from Siccmade
Apocalypse Pit and Eclipse from Doomsday
Us niggas is crazy
If you can imagine what goes through the mind of a sick motherfucker
You gotta be a sick motherfucker to love us
And understand not to fuck with us
Gut rippers, slut diggers
Steel-toe boot butt kickers, rough niggas
Nuttin' in bitches, throwin' on the Dickies
Leavin' the pussy red and dead, infected with the plague
Understandin' what I'm sayin'? I'm doomed to the max
Don't make me have to break out the axe
I done did it before, I'll do it again
Cut a nigga from his nuts to his appetite and grin
It's all sin, make you notify your next of kin
Drinkin' 180 proof of liquor
I get sicker, it's wicked
Get your bitch and dick her like my name was Dirk Diggler
Call me the gravedigger
I can do you when you awake nigga
Don't even gotta hate nigga
Or I can do you with your eyes closed
Clog your nostrils, nigga die slow
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