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graveyard productions - wicked ways lyrics

(verse 1)
creeping up on a trick
hollow points in my hand, load em up in the ——
ready to blast on a sucka with no remorse —– young n-gga ——- wig split
weapon unidentified is the sh-t
place the infra-red light on it
listen close as my mind fall deeper and deeper into this wicked sh-t
tell me young n-gga can you relate
choppin the body ——————-
k!ll a type n-gga —- in my mind
has chosen —— with a different rate
murder was all on my f-cking mind
gotta take now i need a nine
crucifix, lunatic, maniac, psychopath, schizophrenic
here it come in one time, i gotta break
deep into the west with my wicked ways
test this sh-t and watch the ——- put you b-tches in your grave

(hook)
wicked ways, wicked ways
my thoughts are schizophrenic

(verse 2: mike mike)
f-cking with that seagram’s gin
makes me do a n-gga in
so much wounds up in that -ss it bring this water to the skin
anna makes me have a fit it force me to go out my mind
stinging on you player haters who refuse to like my kind
b-tches scope me constantly but see i don’t wanna die
always got some n-ggas ————– don’t play with mike
catch a slug up in that -ss for trying to test my style
——– got my f-cking back, she rolling with that big black chrome
there is no angels in this ho, i’m trying to keep from going off
but when i get pushed too far my mind go back to murder thoughts
demons force me to choke you out and put you neatly in your grave
d-mn i think i’m crazed
my mind stay filled with wicked ways

(hook)

(verse 3)
let’s —- and close our eyes
quickly you get hypnotize
in my blood is mystic sh-t
so satan shall be crucified
are you still alive, open your eyes and look into your soul
burnin deep within my flesh but still the devil say i’m cold
why must i performed satanic wickedness, my evil —-
force me to go out my mind, corpse is buried they ain’t gone find
———— these witches constantly grab my back
————— quickly to sting these bustas, my magic is black
lucifer, follow me, as i run to —— park
make you ——— shake hands with the devil ————-
watch me fall into a transe, feeling like i’m in ———–
i be the unholy one, my mind is filled with wicked ways

- graveyard productions lyrics

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