D12 - Evil World (Prod. by Super) | Текст песни

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• Evil World (Prod. by Super)

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[Intro]
This is a evil world
And right now
I've got nothing to be happy about

[Verse 1 - Bizarre]
My bitch is from Texas
I eat brains for breakfast
You'll be asking no questions
You'll be dead in a second
The Adderall phase
Going all ?
Going both ways
Killing all gays
Psycho killer
No drug dealer
Be-be quite, or get shot nigga
Run in your house, rape your spouse
Kill everybody, save the mouse
Its hard to talk
Its hard to talk
Gun in your mouth
Gun in your mouth
Damn, I miss my mumma
She looked like Michelle Obama
I'm Norman Bates, 38
Hit the ground, levitate
She getting raped, only 8
She love the taste of chocolate cake
Don't be asking no questions
I got an erection
Love and affection
I got an obsession
Ask for breakfast
She got a C-section
Don't ask no questions, just enjoy the session

[Verse 2 - Swifty McVay]
I was raised with a hell of a lot of issues, nigga
And Imma take it out on anybody
I don't give a fuck where you live at
I could walk around your neighborhood with a strap
Hollering 'Where that bitch at'
? you on impact
Push a nigga wig back
I'm a insane nigga with a sick pass
I could fuck up your present
It ain’t no future in frontin'
You know you ain’t a threat
Light as a feather
I could go to jail
Get my ass out
Beat a nigga down on a tether
Lightning strikes
I bring bad weather whenever I'm in the zone
Imma reign forever
And they ain't ever gonna mistake me for a nigga
That would back down
I invented vendettas
Leaving evidence from the shelves (I did it)
His dome looking like he caught a bad case of testis
If you want a medal I'mma slap this metal
Leave him open like animals in the jungle
Eatin' the flesh
This beast from the west out of 7 mile
Niggas out of town know better
If you want to visit
Better pick up the hitter
And dial the seven digits
Ever spoke to a killer?
You fucking with the realist
The one who did it
I'm pointing horizontal, you shooting at the ceiling

[Verse 3 - Kuniva]
Ceiling, nigga we back in the building
Get your wife
Grab your money and your children
We don't give a fuck if you're sitting on a couple of millions
We'll pop you like a everyday civilian
Ain't nothing sweet this way nigga
We're grown men, we don't play nigga
You thinking about some metaphors
My nigga been dead 9 years
Still I think about him everyday nigga
This ain't purple pills
Bitch we ain't smiling
We ain't had album out in 11 years
Run avenue ready to start willin'
Show us your favorite rappers head
We will sever his
Pick a side
I'm ready to go to war
We just came back from selling out a tour
Get our name right or get it on the floor
Written in your own blood
Then we smear it on the door
?, nigga worried about being lyrical
Forgot how to actually be a real individual
To be able to still walk in a room
And stare a man in the face
And put fear in his heart without a pistol
My phone stop ringing like it use to
Shit is back to what I'm use to
Now I can go back to having me holidays in peace
And riding out all alone with my deuce deuce

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