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letra de back 2 our gravez ft. hok - 2 krazy devils

[verse 1: mr. bones]
f-ck your mind, we take ’em to a higher level
it’s mr. bones down with the 2 krazy devils
psycho c and my homie krazie
retro horror muzik in effect, and that’s how it has to be
we takin’ it down with the tales of mutilation and devastation
trippin’ off unprescribed medication
i can’t see straight, wait a minute, the image is clear
i see my homie r.o.c. comin’ near

[verse 2: the r.o.c.]
no, i’m comin’ at ya, i might blast ya
with a rhyme, for my mind, so intertwine
your whole set, we in effect, creeps, we on the creep
we sixty deep, posse’d up, ganged up, my lyrics are so sweet
sweet likе the gangster with the three piеce suit
f-ck around and he’ll tie your noose
retro, the klepto, [?]
i give rounds of ammunition full of rap beats
but check it, the tape’s bein’ split at three six oh degrees
krazie let ’em get these
[verse 3: krazie]
i’m a skipper, the flipper, the jack the ripper
i’ll throw you in a coffin b-tch ’cause i’m the crypt keeper
a double name krazie krazie is my name don’t phase me
i sport a pitchfork fitted to cut up a baby
rip off its head and hold it to the shiny moonlight
you turn your face, almost pukin’ from the horror sight
blood all over, drippin’ down the bl–dy halls
dead bodies screamin’ as they walk along the bl–dy hall
the devil’s approachin’, drop it off, psycho c
to kick off some more of that flipped insanity

[verse 4: psycho c]
my psycho c listen to the [?] reality
insanity it’s all of me f-ck it psychopathically
rhymes flow out my mind it’s just about that time
to k!ll off frontin’ b-tches with this f-ckin’ for of mine
slap slap it through your chest and out your back
bl–dy pull it out as i flow my f-ckin’ rap
time for a k!ll, time to get ill
do you feel the pain and strain when i shoot a mic to k!ll
dead ho i’m approachin’ back to my grave
until the next ride and no one’s lives will be saved

[verse 4: hektic]
back from the grave, it’s time to close up shop
f-ck you b-tches, you hoes and anybody city cops
what they know about this style of rap
bandwagons and coattails get my d-ck back
my h-llish [?] will burn as i penetrate
f-ck your love, i thrive off everybody’s hate
pools of blood will spill, fillin’ my murderous l-st
with a chain of human and animal guts
sick as f-ck as you gag from the putrid smell
kiss my ass, motherf-ckers, see you in h-ll

- 2 krazy devils

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