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d.e.t - this one lyrics

[verse 1: doc hollywood hustle]
now i’m gonna grab my gun
and have some fun, go on a k!lling spree
(somebody save me! they murdered my baby!)
already know i’m suicidal [?] with me
([?] crazy)
[?] doctor, i need some therapy
(but these pills ain’t working, i need something heavy)
straitjackets, bl++dy hatchets, somebody watching me (oh sh+t)
got this blood on my hand (oh sh+t)
(where does it come, man, where the f+ck are the dead, man?)
be from another man, be from another man
be from another man
could it be [?] (d+mn, man, i can’t seem to pinpoint it)
did i turn a gun on me? did i turn a gun on me?
did i turn a gun me? (yeah, you did, stupid)
[chorus]
now this one right here for all the suicidalists
you can die trying this, too late to [?]
and this one right here for the juggalos
straight jacking swinging hatchets just to chop they throat
yeah, this one right here, now if you take your medication
every day contemplate, slit your wrists while you waitin’
i said this one right here, it’s that wicked acid rap
gothom city run the city, we put that sh+t on the map

[verse 2: esham]
my brain’s broken from too much blunt smokin’
speaking in tongues, the unholy has awoken
serial k!ller, captain crunch without the milk
d.e.t, don’t get your ass k!lled
blood get spilt, i feel no guilt
fiends still come around the crack house i built
paranoid, best avoid, i’m manic, panic from pressure
keep your head in the freezer so your brains be fresher
if i eat a b+tch, i’m eating fingers and toes
then slit her throat and watch her shake ’til her eyes close
gave her a rose, then i chopped off her arms
serial k!ller, mr. lucky charms

[chorus]
now this one right here for all the suicidalists
you can die trying this, too late to [?]
and this one right here for the juggalos
straight jacking swinging hatchets just to chop they throat
yeah, this one right here, now if you take your medication
every day contemplate, slit your wrists while you waitin’
i said this one right here, it’s that wicked acid rap
gothom city run the city, we put that sh+t on the map
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[verse 3: doc hollywood hustle]
k!lled my wife, chopped off her head
f+ck that b+tch, i’m glad she dead
lay on her bed ’til she turn red
we don’t need no f+ck med
beast on the streets [?]
bring your ass so i can eat
try to run, get popped this heat
[?] n+gga i’m gon’ keep
illmatic, schizophrenic, blew out brains [?] damage
i’m a savage [?]
d.e.t, murder i be, i k!ll you, you k!ll me
back in the streets, looks scary all bloodied up like [?]
never [?]
slaughtering people make me proud, only the wicked is allowed
split your sh+t like a cantaloupe, i’m a reel life animal
you better as hannibal, i run with the wicked and the cannibals

[chorus]
now this one right here for all the suicidalists
you can die trying this, too late to [?]
and this one right here for the juggalos
straight jacking swinging hatchets just to chop they throat
yeah, this one right here, now if you take your medication
every day contemplate, slit your wrists while you waitin’
i said this one right here, it’s that wicked acid rap
gothom city run the city, we put that sh+t on the map
[verse 4: bo$$]
i got [?] runnin’ runnin’ run rampant in my brain
i just landed, b+tch in the game [?] damaging up your frame
[?] they wanna deal, my crazy crazy for real
all i say i got six hundred ways to get your ass k!lled
on some grinding sh+t, if it’s g’s i’m finding it
[?] we are suicidalists living life like don’t snap
got to fumigate for these [?] inside me
trying to get them all gone
dropped them off in the words
they was dead when the b+tch got home
you think i’m tripping now, you ain’t facing sh+t
wait ’til i get on this jason sh+t
creepy walking chasing sh+t
[?] sh+t
you know i can be a real hateful b+tch
you and i know that ain’t the sh+t
don’t do this sh+t for ratings
d.e.t we run this nation, b+tch

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