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lo-down [producer] - mad fright night lyrics

i release like a trigga to shock, i cause panic
mcs now wonder if rhymes is automatic
episodes of psychotic terror, hallucinatin’ up here
images like the desert mirage
dizzy 8 sillouette till they leak and collapse
front line of combat, through the eyes of a gat
hit the top 10 most wanted for makin mikes a k!lla b
armed for danger, caution except believe in dark martial arts
where i left your body parts
deadly like venom, strangle holds like a python
never felt fear unless fear was out of race
then pursued it in his heart to l!ck his blood off my blades
damage on site, i’m leaving scars on contact
rhymes is overweight until i sink this f-ckin island
meet the reckless n-gga rapture, will only harm
lo down enters the mind so sick it’s off the norm

now the razors under my tongue
a n-gga insane, you’ll get gunned
f-ck around with this you’ll get hung
as i twist you like a sista, the paranoia’ll show ya
crazy’s what i be, remember that when i do’s ya
cause i blows up like the hiroshima
with the focus that cap the pure excess screaming of my rather manner
i’m known like the star spangled banner
for the sh-t that i project, it stops all debates
as i close my fist to make a n-gga’s head spin
swell up inside, pow, then break his f-ckin chin

death row electric chair with your brains all set to fry
hey if i let ya go ya punk do ya think that you could fly like
macauley culkin out ya mansion i be stalkin
ready to devour, munch on your f-ckin bone marrow, nuff said
i’m sick and i’m quick to bust ya sh-t
cause you live a double life i got em switchin like, uh, oh my gosh
it’s my twisted styles that amaze
cause i be rippin n-ggas up with count em 10 rusty razor blades
your style is secondhand as salvation army brand
you need to hang it the f-ck up well like the ku klux klan
sick like a pigeon, they be feeding me gravy train,
despicable, i eat your -ss up just like i’m mange
i’m more deadly than a full blown case of aids
an extra dose of gonorreah that starts drippin from ya rear
that’s what you get when you try to get erotic
i be leavin you to suffer without any antibiotics
ya mad r-t-rded, go get some hooked on phonics
i’m f-ckin with ya g, ya didn’t know i was bionic

- lo down producer lyrics

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