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So when you heart starts to pound with the wicked drum Somthin wicked this way comes! Here we come, here we come here we here we come come Somthin wicked this way comes! So when you heart starts to pound with the wicked drum Somthin wicked this way comes! Here we come, here we come here we here we come come Somthin wicked this way comes!
When you close your eyes I'm the nightmare while your sleep I will play the wolf and you will be my helpless sheep Its your soul I'm gonna reap when your rotting 6 foot deep I'm causing more destruction than a cavity creep Now I kicks the I'll misshapen lines my lyrics mystify Flies in this buttermilk, shoo fly, fly. So sit back and listen to my wicked lullaby That's why I'm D to the A to the double D Y Gets the styles flowing like a Shaloin Temple Monk You punks I'm gonna dunk when you try to talk that junk I'm the teacher of this funk in a class you'll always flunk They'll never find the body when its decaying in my trunk As anger twists my mind apart the darkness crawls inside You may think your prepared but nothing else is like this ride Homicide is justified, I'm violence amplified Evil in a form that is so purely personified So Listen very closely as I plan and mastermind My soul and all the evils are completely intertwined Walking home alone and I will sneak up from behind Crack, Crack, snap, snap, twist, twist, ...your spine!
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I'll chop your kids up with my Ginsu knife On my 18th birthday got twenty five to life Ain't gonna be no cell mates bitch So watch your back or you'll be rotten in a ditch Now you play me for a fool and that ain't to fuckin' smart And I'm flyin' through the air like a poisoned tip lawn dart Stole my brand new Pro Keds from a local k-mart Coming' off the top ropes like Jim "The Anvil" Niedhart Slice ya up and dice ya up like Yan can cook Scooping out you innards and I'll hang them from some hooks The warden always said I had a negative out look I've been this fucked up since the first soul I took WOLFPAC on the prowl and we're smellin' something foul We got more smarts than Woodsy the Owl So we're going fuckin' crazy cause we got mad cow And you know we're around when you here the PAC howl Spin ya around like a merry go round I'll be moving so fast your ass will kiss the ground Now my ass is hell bound my soul's in the lost in found It'll be chop chop chop and you won't make a sound
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