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Mr. Shadow - Harvester of Sorrow lyrics
[Devil] Yeah....... It's that 1 triple 9 for that ass Out the west side of the 619 area [Mr. Shadow] I think I'm goin crazy Lately I've been feelin the need To submit a mothafuckin Into pain and make him bleed Smokin weed with all my crooks Let me tell you how it looks First we pray em we slay em Then we hang em from the hooks Readin books on black magic It get's tradgic when I curse May the lord of hell be with you While you're ridin in a hearse Tottin a toe tag inside of a human zip-lock I be the witch doc You wanted to be my competition Now it's pitch dark In you coffin as coughin Off the doujha that I'm chokin Lynchin mothafuckas For the actions their provokin Taken a fake individual Teach em lesson they'll never forget I'm the mister pain inflicter From the pits I bring you death Smith and West out one to your chest Took your breath layed you to rest Mr. Shadow pages are read Of the bald head thug claimin the west Blessed with the preyer of the sick Triple 6 a 19 Hittin blunts and getting blitz trick [Chorus: Devil] It's the harvestor of sorrows You care for no tomorrow Eyes are being hollowed The days are being borrowed Follow me the Shadow Through the valley of the lost You play the game of life So you have to pay the cost [Repeat 2x] [Mr. Shadow] Death wish granted Expiren these ass holes Makin mothafuckas take cover Hold one another Cause they know I blast hoes Now who knows where I'm gonna be strikin next Hope for the best but expect the rest To be the worst encounter Of the hour now we're in the west It's the Shadow over castin Blastin any body that askin questions Actions of a soldier fuck your thoughts I'll rise your blood preasure You're in the room for emergencies Soon you'll feel the tendecies To slice your throat avoidin facing me You're makin me lose my temper Don't you remember I'm still the Woptown Crazy San Diego county gang member I'm in this business if you like it or not I'm that physco mothafucka Selling units like rocks I plot history makin events Like blowin up your convelense homes And I am known for using Dianomite and silicon I'm on a mission and it just don't stop So when I cock the glock you better drop Or catch a hot one to your knot Bitch [Chorus] [Mr. Shadow] I see the darkness it my heart When I blow mothafuckas domes apart I make em collapse perhaps You wanna be another tourture For my staff so I bust a cap And it's like that I'm at the cemetry smokin weed With 12 other demons And with me it's 13 I got the gilotine For them back stabbin sluts Decappitation is a must And you know in death is who we trust So bust slugs if you can And if it jams then your fucked The Planet of the Evil Leads to where we bust [Chours] |
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