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children of the corn (memphis) - wicked ways (remix) lyrics

[intro]
what’s up, grimm
yeah, a n+gga don’t come out till night
and all these n+ggas, mane
these playa haters, mane
they can’t stand this sh+t
check this out

[verse 1: chi chi]
i look sober yondering, what do i see?
all of my n+ggas with glocks around me
visions of [?] 23th in my head
though, i walk through the valley with my infrared
where do you run? where do you hide?
it’s gonna be a homicide
n+ggas layin’ on the curbs, bodies all in plastic bags
why do i walk away and hit the whips, and let my khakis sag?
they say a life is a terrible thing to waste
do you mind if i stick my hand in yo guts
and tell you, “how do intestines taste?”
n+ggas think i’m friendly, no, i’m not
pop goes the glock, my standards get shocked
“you smokin’ rocks” no, i ain’t, my n+gga, just reality
n+ggas are constantly askin’ me
where do i put they bodies, g
pumpin’, fillin’ yo body up with lead
how you gonna k!ll me when i’m already dead?
botch your head
i guess i’ll begin to f+ckin’ slaughter
murderin’ mothers, fathers, daughters
son of a b+tch, it’s not hard to die
why, oh why must i leave you to the flies?
higher than the clouds because i’m out of the atmosphere
pass the razorblade and, bump into h+ll, my dear
fear no other man on this planet
havin’ crazy dreams
i’m losin’ it, god d+mnit
i gotta hold onto reality, because reality got a hold on me
[verse 2: lil grimm]
you look into my eyes, the body, i sn+tch, you daze
you come into my skull, you’ll be trapped up in my maze
come fight the reaper, so keep up, n+ggas deeper
enter edge of my world, but this ho called steeper
creepin’ on that other level, have you ever met the devil?
suicidal, ghostwriter, bustas made me use my shovel
diggin’ holes for you b+tches, mind with the wicked thoughts
seven bodies dead without they heads on the [?]
havin’ bad dreams, so i jump out my bed
and sn+tch a nina, e and chi chi creepin’
in the under where we capture
bodies, ’cause you run your lip
readin’ through them evil scripts
do you hear that noise i hear?
cast a spell, you disappear
rollin’ through the mist of fog
follow through deadrick road
where your soul is tooken, and your flesh is ice cold
bustas, can you do this sh+t?
mind lurkin’ with the torch and take your body to the
dream and beat you to them voices
the doctors got no medicine to cure this f+ckin’ headache
take some more, he staff me his power from the crystal lake
look up in the sky
oh, so glad, how can’t i see reality
got a hold on me just like chi chi?
[verse 3: chi chi]
lord bless me for every sin i committed
who did the murder, who did the murder? ha, i did it
why did i do it? the devil told me so
mommy, daddy, tell the devil to let me go
my neighbors tell me, “hey, mane, get a grip”
’cause every time i grab, a n+gga’s bound to f+ckin’ slip
’cause every time i buck a busta down, i ask “why?”
i grab’s my philly blunt and dip it in from aldehyde
and maybe it’s the dope that got me cl!ckin’
or maybe it’s the coke that got me trippin’
i don’t give a f+ck, i’ll guess i’ll let it ride
i go up under my carpet, grab my nickel plated nine
n0body understands, get them demons off of me
reality got a hold on chi, pass the p

[outro: lil grimm]
yeah, yeah, yeah
grimm in this mothaf+cka with my n+gga chi chi
sayin’ we droppin’ this sh+t
look out on the lookout for that
mothaf+ckin’ westwood cl!ck, n+ggas
we out this b+tch

- children of the corn memphis lyrics

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