Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Deedz

[Mr.
Yeah, the shadow of your death
One more at your ass
Money and Greed caused all these deeds
So your ass mothafucka

I can hear them evil voices callin my
My state is at it's peak
I'm chokin you son of bitches and ditches is where you
I creep through the night with daggers bow an machetes
mothauckas better be ready I'm bringing hell on them like Freddy
On bases I'm smashin faces not leavin traces you hate this
You're not even when ever you're going to the wrong places
At the wrong time I'm doing my krime
if you cross that your ass is mine
I'm sneaking up from behind your neck not wasting no time
My be causing dreams that cause death
Like I got your sprung
I got you picturin like dippin acid on your tongue
I hung around with way before I was teen
Packing a glock not a fuck I'm puttin an end to all your dreams
It seems like I'm surrounded by vultures beggin for
I told all you fools not to fuck with this soldiers
I'm then avalanches it takes a master mind to plan this
And you're askin how I handled this with picks, and axes

[Mr. Lil
Fool you should of known
That I be the one holding the key to you go

[Mr.
So your eyes mothafucka

[Mr. Lil
Fool you of been known
That I be the one the key to where you go

[Mr.
time to die mothafucka
(Repeat 2x)

[Mr.
Late night I got you tossin and turnin your is burning
At first you thought it was a dream but no returnin
As you lie butt naked like a body of a tomb
Got animation as I slept in your room
It's The Shadow One Man better not be on my horizon
Cause I'm dressin in open up to see with your eye
the rival when you least expect it
Ain't no surivivors or wintness cause just unexcepted
My finger is to pull the trigger and blow a mothafucka to peices
I'm seperating them from all their nephews and nieces
So help these bastards stay away from the sicko
And if you need a little help give this demon a whistle
The pistol is bustin I'm trustin no one but
And you better be ready for wars when you hear me up at your doors
No suprises so close your eyes and don't resist
In the gallery of evil all we do is 6 bitch

[Mr.
got me thinkin my plot
And how I want mothafuckas covered up with my shots
the glock pops and the fool drops
I'm leavin no evidence for the
Fuck those punk I'll buck them too and stash their limbs in the
The circumstances gettin with this lyrical demon
I'm leavin you weak sons of in ditches no longer breathen
I'm hearin your cry and you're trying hard to survive
you and your momma cause you're both bout to die
So I in your eyes and ask you how does it feel
To know in a matter of moments you'll see your get killed
Get up and down your spine you can feel your stomach turning
Nausiated for the fact it's murder I'm yearin
So burnin them crusifixes Satan bless me them 6's
rid of them noises mothauckas all in my business
You you die, mothafucka don't ask me
a dead mothafucka any ways so close eyes

[Mr.
Oh yeah, and keep in
That what you do, what ever time it is
And what ever you're doing
I'm there to it 24/7 on the clock
Ha Ha and it stop