Grippin on the mosberg pump 
Bitch I'm boutta pop da trunk 
Burry the body and puff on sum funk
Thats whatchu get fo talkin like a punk
The last busta to test da dragon 
Was a victim of my weapon 
If you think you hard than get to steppin
I show no love up in this game 
And if you talkin on my set 
Well piss on yo name
Because off in the woods them scream of torment never end 
If you think you can repent you will meet a bitter end
The devil got a grip on old manic 
And if you think you gonna get away 
Guess you gotta panic 
Because this satist feels no emotions 
I sip on the sacred potion
to show my devotion 
Cyanide in my blood to keep the hatred flowing 
Bitch I'm Immune to death 
You can smell the rot on my breath 
Been dead fo 18 years 
Bitch I'm possessed 
Why don't I feel blessed? 

I toss and turn each night 
Evil tellin me to grip the knife
Demons in my sight
I try to fight
But I guess I gotta
take my life hoe


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