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[part i: unknown artist _ unknown song]

[instrumental]

[interlude: tommy wright iii & unknown artist _ intro]

[verse: tommy wright iii & unknown artist]
go get the new tape comin’ out halloween, it’s already done
halloween, it’s comin’ out, called “on the run”, cds and tapes
everybody on that motherf_cker, so go get it, wassup?
yeah, i don’t know what’s with these b_tches, but this [?] for the 96, kickin’ it with my n_gga tommy wright, bumpin’ on y’all b_tches with this greatest hits sh_t
for all y’all players that ain’t like a motherf_cker when we was out here, f_ck y’all

[part ii: salem _ haunches]

[chorus: john donoghue]
leave me to stay out of earth, then leave me to stay in the dirt (yeah)
leave me to stay out of еarth, then leave mе to stay in the dirt
leave me to stay out of earth, then leave me to stay in the dirt (yeah)
leave me to stay out of earth, then leave me to stay in a dirt

[verse: john donoghue]
yeah i’m down, that’s the [?]
outta ground, match the beat
no sound, that’s the beat
close your eyes, go to sleep
ain’t no need to shake those (flies?) off the cup like that
place yo cut in the sun, leave ’em f_cked like that
b_tch you gettin’ burned, all even through the heat
two deep, i’m stayin’ on e, i’ma sheet, it’s discreet
long week, no need, can’t you see?
i’ma sheet, i’ma sheet, i’ma sheet, i’ma sheet
[part iii: blackout, lil e & lil’ slim _ dim da lights]

[intro: blackout]
how about now, punk_ass n_gga?
disrespecting this real sh_t in this. if i gotta k!ll a man, so be it
(better watch your back before we blast)
man, i just don’t give a f_ck about a n_gga when i start to buck
so dim the lights, b_tch

[verse 1: blackout]
let me demonstrate how a n_gga buck when he get blasted on
’cause that chrome don’t give a f_ck who you be, jones
lil coop, lil e, stalkin’ with the b_l_a_c_k_o_u_t
in a trance, buddha got me skitzo with the blood on my hands
bustas gettin’ on my last nerve, blowin’ my god d_mn high
off that herb, haven’t you heard
i’ll blast if you say one more d_mn word (blank!)
smoke about a smoke screen, mind lost
in the world of evil starin’ at the 4 finna’ make a punk pay the costs of disrespect
put ’em in check, dead hoes in the trunk mane
son said, lil e let’s make a bet, that i’ll make a lil streak fall, mane
separate your legs from yo body, make your ho throw up
then make her suck my d_ck before i put some holes in her guts
dim the lights, ride real slow make sure the coast is clear
and if it ain’t i don’t give a mother f_ck
’cause i’ma get his ass right here
boom, they praying, dying and screaming, cryin’ and bleedin’ last breath no retrievin’
n_gga, let me introduce yo’ busta’ ass to your maker
faker, hater, f_ckin’ traitor how you figure that you can fade assassins
original nightmare k!ller on the murder scene
street bound, juvenile, daddy didn’t give a f_ck about me
frownin’ when i’m clownin’ fire burnin’ spirits takin’ me
to a place where bodies lay ’cause i give two f_cks about the g
into my soul, i buck in my sleep
can you see i’m the one that will leave yo ass leakin’
in the streets so can you get some i don’t think so my n_gga
bro go toe to toe with any hoe, if you want some so…
[verse 2: lil coop]
blowin’ skizz_nut treez_nut, on the scene smoke on a leaf
fools on the creep
look into the barrel of the pump, spiral in my dreams
creepin while we sleepin’, poppin’ slugs, dwellin’ robbin’ sh_t
lil coop, anna with a n_gga test me finger on the trigger
drag him to the nearest ditch
anna best these b_tches in my mind when i cannot sleep
while high rollin’, so you thinkin’ that that boy can’t hide from me
three 6 whip up on a trick to the hideaway sh_lls spray victims lay talkin’ anna with a b_tch
on the side finger strapped hollow sh_lls to your dome
trap em in a trunk super crunk while i hit a b_tch
’cause i’m grassed when i’m in the ass bump a man
feed a man, rob a man, get him to the last drop
put him in a light hand, on the trigger blood
into a pump, did these murders, never run out them buckshots
slim and caper stang with the weed cuttin’ swishers too
destination missions to accomplish plans

[verse 3: lil e]
crazy voices in my head, scared
dim dog the lights on the motherf_ckin’ chevy thang
pull up to hate, bumpin’ face, cliznockin’ this b_tch cocaine
constantly choppin’ swishers, scopin’ n_ggas, polishin’ up my trigger
big boy dope i smoke and choke, tightly grip the f_ckin pistol
busta with no nuts, test these nuts, dig yo future grave
clizzick from that onion call it bunyun we got f_ckin hay
terror in my brain plus insane when i buck cocaine
first, he let me buck that b_tch and bury him in a grave mane
tommy had flow to the top, bobbin with that glizz no glock
time to take them out they whereabouts, mane blackout backyard
anna on my chest, bl__dy mess, ’cause my nuts they test
f_ckin’ with this clizzick playa posse, ho you under arrest—
[part iv: bathory _ raise the dead]

[intro: quorthon]
dust to dust

[verse 1: quorthon]
i gasp for air, i scream for sight
and fight against torment and dread
calling the vengeance, i tear at the lid
and promise to raise from the dead

[chorus: quorthon]
raise the dead
raise the dead
raise the dead

[verse 2: quorthon]
black witch of beauty, all h_ll’s necromancers
give me the powers of h_ll
mistress of curse, reapers and vultures
demons stand up and chime the bell

[chorus: quorthon]
raise the dead
raise the dead
raise the dead

[part v: tommy wright iii, evil son, crucifix, bigyo _ chrome thang (we creep)]

[chorus: unknown artist]
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with the glocks, we take ’em to they stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with the glocks, we take ’em to they stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with the glocks, we take ’em to they stash spot
i got that chrome thang pointed at the fool’s face
we creep with the glocks, we take ’em to they stash spot

[verse 1: evil son]
what do you see when you look in the mirror? the n_gga they call the evil son
leavin’ you numb, you n_ggas can’t run, blowin’ you up like in vietnam
torture your body, your souls i take
when i unleash the rap of my 9 milli slug
leaving your body in a pool, redrum
evil son calling you, n_ggas so calm
look into the eyes of the mask when i blast
leaving your body lying dead in the grass
crucifix cutting you up like freddy
blessing you with this holy machete
deadly dreams, i’m hearing sirens
as i hear these silent screams
one, two? we coming for you
evil son known as a demonic fiend
diminishing you with the tip of a knife
your body giving off a smell
walking through four corners
just like walking through the gates of h_ll
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
this psychopath’s going into a rage
crucifix holding you down
as i slice you up with razor_blades
boil your skin, i have no friends
i’m giggling with an evil grin
taking control of your soul is so bold
sticking a pitchfork up your nose
glance into this crystal ball
busters end up meetin’ they maker
evil son and crucifix
taking your soul ’cause we’re the soul takers

[verse 2: crucifix]
you f_cked up, it’s time for cap peelin’
you talking ’bout fighting, i’m talking ’bout k!lling
crucifix in this b_tch for the ’96
you talking that sh_t, now you gonna die b_tch
we coming out hard cracking slugs, what’s up?
run for your life, in your back catch a slug
’99 saber, i’m [?] like anger
blow like some bombs, you come and get some
n_ggas i’m jacking, my mind is just snapping
who gon’ be hit? the wig always split
don’t come with no talk, crucifix got a yawk
crushing your legs to the point you can’t walk
that handicap sign on the back of your ride
you can die, crucifix gon’ be alive
blood is showing, your heart gon’ be blown
up out of your chest as i put you to rest
the devil keep telling me k!ll every busta
crucifix gotta do what satan say
crucifix blowing these n_ggas away
in the midst of a river, your body gon’ lay
i’m barrin’ no busta or punk motherf_cker
bruisin’ my knuckle while serving these suckas
listen to me as i talk to myself
i promise you bustas gon’ meet your death
walk through the night with a devil look on my face
mass murderer leaving no trace
scared of the dark, claimin’ you hard
taking your souls, souls i take
scoping the scene with an infrared beam
slicing and dicing, i’m fond of a guillotine
bring your dreams and watch ’em diminish
empty my clips and still i ain’t finished

[verse 3: bigyo]
straight up outta riverside
holding my motherf_cking d_ck
a blunt in my face, drinking a quart
hollerin’ riverside, b_tch
pants sagging, drinking, laughing
checking n_ggas on the cut
crenshaw(?) k!llers, riverside n_ggas
players just don’t give a f_ck
f_ck you f_ck no f_ck them f_ck them
i don’t give a motherf_ck
this ain’t no studio gangsta sh_t
but mane, this sh_t is straight up riverside
hoe, b_tch, the home of the k!llers, players, pimps
hustlers, shooters, real big d_ck gorillas on the corner
set the track we jacking b_tches cause they talk sh_t
we don’t ever hesitate we’ve got to get up in they sh_t
comin’ in packs in black ski_masks
gonna blast yo ass real fast then (?)
(?) back to the track (?) riverside dissin’ b_tch
crenshaw was my other set
climbing through the thirty show
9_6 n_ggas running sh_t all over nina tho
player ain’t gonna bring it real
f_ck a gangster fairytale
scopin’ out these hoes
f_ck these n_ggas give ’em farewell

[verse 4: tommy wright iii]
who can you run to? once your surrounded by n_ggas with tecs
soul takers on the quest, time to collect l!cks, f_ck respect
my sweat, dripping off of your face
lightning it’s so frightening
to me it’s exciting, chasing white folks through the woods
when they fall, you know it’s all good
michael myers, set ’em on fire
lighter fluid, there’s nothing to it
look up to the moon, i can see it’s kind of full
my hair grows long as i turn into a werewolf
chase ’em just like jason
gotta have more than a gun for this leprechaun
as i say, wanna play?
bloodl_st sugar, take your soul like chucky
scary looking knife, baby don’t be surprised
when i wake up on the morning, someone dead on the news
got mud on my shoes, but i swear i was asleep
bloodshed leaving clues, like i don’t tell the truth
witchcraft, as quick as the hoe will bewitch
tommy wright will leave a n_gga in a ditch
soul takers, back breakers, like lex luthor
my idol freddy krueger
tales from the grim reaper, saw the crypt keeper
gotta let me know when to k!ll
norman bates can wait, so i shot him up a bit
as he bled, we called pinhead
went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror
no care, say candyman name 5 times
grab my smith & wesson, fl!cked on the light
tommy wright didn’t have no reflection

[interlude: unknown artist]
yeah, b_tch, this sh_t getting deeper, and deeper, and deeper

[part vi: s.p.v cl!ck _ time to hit the dope, hoe!]

[intro]
time to hit the dope, hoe— time to hit the dope, hoe—
hollow— hollow when i harm her—
time to— time to hit the dope, hoe—

[chorus]
time to hit the dope, hoe— time to hit the dope, hoe—
hollow— hollow when i harm her—
hollow— hollow when i harm her—
time to— time to hit the dope, hoe— time to hit the dope, hoe—
hollow— hollow when i harm her—
time to— time to hit the dope, hoe—
time to hit the dope, hoe— time to hit the dope, hoe—
hollow— hollow when i harm her—
hollow— hollow when i harm her—
time to— time to hit the dope, hoe— time to hit the dope, hoe—
hollow when i harm her—
time to— time to hit the dope, hoe—
time to hit the dope, hoe—
hollow when i harm her—
time to— time to hit the dope, hoe—
ho— ho— hollow when i harm her—
time to— time to hit the dope, hoe— time to hit the dope, hoe—
hollow when i harm her—
time to— time to hit the dope, hoe—
time to hit the dope, hoe— time to hit the dope, hoe—
hollow— hollow when i harm her—
time to—

[verse 1]
we took [?] down with me, drinkin’ other b_tches hate this sh_t

- ghost mountain

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