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insane poetry - stalkin with the nightbreed كلمات الأغنية

[intro: cyco]
why did you murder my daughter? and why did you k!ll her and leave her in a ditch?
aw yeah, here we go now, this the last track on the grim side. i gotta have all my homies rap on this motherf_cker. yo, i got joe cooley, the stupid n_gga in the house, emdee the lyrical pimp, death b.l.o., k.m.c. (kaotic minds corruptin’), shakespeare, the one man riot. so k.m.c., jump on this mic and kick it off

[verse 1: tee thee $og$ & rocc the jock]
yeah, once again it’s the lyrical body sn_tcher
psycho, straight jacket ripper
b_tch k!llers straight off the street onto a stage [to wreck shop?]
tee thee $og$ the buzz k!ller at the bus stop
my terror’s f_cking ’em up every time
shooting with my one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
millimeter gat that goes cadat buck boom
makes n_ggas run like crazy and it smokes up the room fool
the rebel’s on a rampage, heads burst n_gga
who’s the first n_gga choking on his twelve gauge?
kaotic m to the i to the n to the d to the s
corrupting, causing much stress
psycho, n_gga i am like no other motherf_ckers, kinda bent but that’s alright bro
r_o_c_c rhyming wicked g
and you can’t f_ck with the n_gga stalkin’ with the nightbreed
[interlude 1: cyco]
haha, yeah, you can’t f_ck with these n_ggas stalkin’ with the nightbreed n_gga. what you thought motherf_cker. you can’t even hang. i got my boys death b.l.o. coming up next. the motherf_cking d.a.l., dangerous ass lunatic, and that motherf_cking light_skinned n_gga, evil one. yo, jump on this motherf_cker and start some sh_t up

[verse 2: evil one & d.a.l.]
sh_t, it’s evil one
i’m one evil motherf_cker, black
so get off a n_ggas n_ts_ck
you just stepped into the lair of a known slayer
no need for saying a prayer ’cause our lord ain’t coming
and i’m running up behind you with brass knuckles
swinging a death blow and watch yo ass buckle
evil one, wicked n_ggas shoot n_ggas quick
time to pass the torch to a dangerous ass lunatic
i stalk the motherf_cking d.a.l
f_cking with me, you got the first_class ticket to h_ll
this is death b.l.o., f_ck you and your crew bro
i’m snapping my jaws like i was cujo
locking up, when i’m loading up suckers get broken up
watch a n_ggas chest get opened up
’cause i’m smoking up these n_ggas like demon weed
death b.l.o. is stalkin’ with the motherf_cking nightbreed

[interlude 2: cyco]
haha, yeah that’s right baby. motherf_cking death b.l.o. is in this motherf_cker stalking with the godd_mn nightbreed. you’re godd_mn right, 1992, my homies dropping that funky sh_t for you, you know what i’m saying. and the next n_gga coming up, the one man riot, shakespeare. so homie, jump on this mic and kick it for me

[verse 3: shakespeare, the one man riot]
you n_ggas stalkin’ with the nightbreed
heads will dangle from a short rope
i’ll watch it waver in the breeze ’til your neck’s broke
tell your priest to come down and get a little piece
and take a chance with holy water and phony preaching
’cause i’m notorious for hog_tying motherf_ckers
more bodies in my bas_m_nt then a cemetery
watch your back or end up on a milk carton
look at the sparks from a amp that i’m jump_starting
motherf_cker don’t you know i’m shakespeare, the one man riot
bending n_ggas like a paperback book
watching you sh_t on yourself while i’m regurgitating body parts
promising to be the bloodiest form of art
body_basket filled to the rim
chop up bodies so small that one bag can hold three men
so when the full moon’s out and they hear a b_tch scream
that’s the motherf_cking nightbreed
[interlude 3: cyco]
yeah, haha, yeah, that was my n_gga shakespeare, the one man riot in this motherf_cker. dropping that wicked sh_t for them n_ggas in the nightbreed, you know what i’m saying. but i got my other homeboy, he gon’ come down here and rip sh_t. that n_ggas’ from compton. so what’s up joe? the super n_gga, get on this mic and drop some of that funky sh_t

[verse 4: joe cooley]
yo, get out my way, here come the motherf_cking super rap n_gga
tripling up my words, using my tongue as a trigger
one bad motherf_cker from the hitmen
two_hundred n_ggas, that’s what i’ll bend in
you wanna step to the champ, well bring it on clown
i’ll pick your ass up and bodyslam you to the ground
hard blows coming at you like rock ’em sock ’ems
a uppercut to the chin, that’s how i like to drop ’em
joe cooley, your motherf_cking rap hoodlum
d_gg_ng n_ggas out, ooh, that’s how i like to do ’em
am i done? not! here i go again
use their microphone cord for the lynching
straight stalking with the motherf_cking nightbreed
and all you motherf_ckers bow down to your knees, sh_t!

[interlude 4: cyco]
yeah, haha, that was good joe. that was real tight my n_gga. but oh yo, uh oh, uh oh, i forgot one n_gga. my n_gga emdee. you gotta come on here and drop some of that funky sh_t. you know that wicked_ass mad dog pimp sh_t. you know what i’m saying. so emdee, tell ’em what emdee stands for

[verse 5: emdee]
mad dog (mad dog), mad dog (mad dog)
putting n_ggas in a bodybag y’all (bag y’all)
don’t try to step ’cause you’ll get beat sucker (beat sucker)
if you’re feeling froggish then leap motherf_cker
once again it’s the pimp with the .380
dropping a funky rhyme style, loving to see blood and bone
and my style is not like what the suckers wrote
i just smile while i cut a motherf_cker throat (haha)
and watch him smile with a smiling neck
hang his ass from a tree, in his chest carved emdee (emdee)
mad dog, my d_ck and all that
redrum, i’m a walking shotgun
you having conversations with a k!ller (ha)
i get love from busting concrete with a n_gga (yeah)
you better watch when i blast off
you better take cover son or your ass die
[interlude 5: cyco]
yeah, haha, emdee. running sh_t you motherf_cking pimp motherf_cker you. haha, i love that sh_t, you know what i’m saying. but you know what, i’m the cyco, it’s my turn. f_ck all that bullsh_t. time to kick that wicked_ass serial k!ller_ass sh_t. so check this out while i drop it. boom!

[verse 6: cyco]
what’s the body count?
they still not tally up the bodies that i’m bagging up
’cause i’m dragging up these n_ggas to the attic
wrapped in some plastic, a ziploc casket
time to sharpen up my hatchet for the next sucker
point_blank swinging at your neck motherf_cker, yo
i’m the cyco, the serial rap slayer
_doorbell rings_ who is it? your next door neighbor b_tch
dig a ditch about six feet
i’m cooking motherf_cking rappers in my pot like pig feet
it’s bl__dy sunday cousin (yeah)
it’s time to rip out somebodies intestines and go bungie jumping
i keep motherf_ckers missing b_lls
smell the stench of dead bodies buried in my kitchen walls
so let me end this wicked verse on a k!llers level
f_cking with cyco’s like shaking hands with the devil n_gga

[outro: cyco]
well alright y’all. that was all my homies in this motherf_cker dropping that funky sh_t. i had death b.l.o., k.m.c., motherf_cking shakespeare, the one man riot, emdee the little pimper homeboy. and i gotta say what’s up to joe cooley that stupid n_gga, and my dj, d.j. streek, and i’m cyco. and we outtie five_motherf_cking_thousand n_gga

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