Correction Paroles Killing Fields par Brotha Lynch Hung

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You're tuned into 66.6 on your FM dial
So yall muthaf**kas been waitin
Waiting a long time
For this
Concoction compilation
These-these Siccmade n***as got together
Smoked a gang of weed
f**ked a gang of yall b*t*hes
f**ked a gang of yall b*t*hes
Came up with some sh*t
Came up with some real serious sh*t
The concoction
It's all mixed up
n***as from different hoods
n***as from different sets
Unorthodox muthaf**kas ready to breathe
Cause you breathe what we talk, n***a
You breathe and eat what we talk, muthaf**ka

I'm like a splinter inside your d**k
Darе you to take that eight-ball p*ss
Bettеr hold yo sh*t and tweak
Take a leak
It'll take a week for the itchin blood to stop running
Close up shop cause I'm coming with the intake
Of all five of Michael's halloween flicks and a mix of burning kool-aid
Angel dust
Laying ya nuts to rust
Dangle ya guts
Turn your whole molecular midsection into puss
Say your last if you must
To invigorate [?]
Feel the skin get to peeling from the radiation of murder
Can't you smell murder in the air
Wave a mr-better-get-your-sh*t-together like you just don't care
And my costume
Wet your whole t shirt with my monsoon
Heat on deck next to your neck, leave no meat left
Killed what he step
My murder found he breath [?]
Turn your ass around and meet death
This Manson minded n***as already prep'd
Siccmade synchronize creek mob ties
Open your eyes and die
Why lie?
Brain gone
Ever since it was born
Leave your set bone dry
Shouldn't have left home
Now it's on
Motivate through your fort
A n***a who loves roulette
For the sport
Hit the [?] bleach
And fly killa, die n***a
That's from me to you no need to hit me back unless you bleed
Leave you butt naked in the middle of the street gone off speed
Shall we pray, cause we all dying today

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