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[intro]
dmz, i have a fresh body, uhh… no blood?
i’ve never seen anything like it
let me see, no toenails… no t–th…
what the h-ll happened here?

[verse 1: magicka razor]
people please, pardon me, excuse the method
mr. clean, magicka razor, make way for the destined
the meanest menaces makin’ memories off your mortality
tight grip, hollow tip, call it thuggin’ duality
(hahahahahaha!)
we see people, full parties, disappear in a second
murdеrers envious, jealous, it’s еvident you need lessons
after the blood drop splotch on the spot with irreverence
magicka razor clean it up in a second
yo clean, tell us
[verse 2: mr. clean]
(uhhh!)
you’re a dead man when he grabs that mop
better have a plan if you touch that glock
crime scene be clean when it’s seen by the cops
wanna seem so mean, can you walk that walk?
talk big talk ‘fore magicka razor
puts you lower than floor seats at the lakers
turn you into cream that i use with my razor
when i slaughter the lot of ya like my name is darth vader
haters seem so mad but they really
lamer than the main man rapping steady
later, see you real soon i am ready
with a hoover, ya loser we’ll have you seeing sh-t clearly
a grisly scene, a real mean thing
let out a raw scream when you cross mr. clean
can you see the fiend team, can you glean anything?
you’ll be shined to a sheen, yeah, washed downstream

[verse 3: magicka razor]
oh lord, listen again
mister mister, oh please, what you say will offend
murderous mystery, i don’t think i can keep up the pace
nah f-ck that, b-tch, speed it up, you know i’m just saving face
(ahh)
magika razor, a true-blooded savior
turn water to wine and i pour it down drain
futile existence is fuel to my pen
but the markings are dark so i wipe it up, dead
leaving your mark? you’ve got problems in head
think that i’ll stop? b-tch, you best think again
when i’m calling on clean, you pray it’s a dream
he rockets in quick to deliver your end
[verse 4: mr. clean]
magicka’s the main man who gets you all cut up
clean is the name, and now that you’re caught up
billy mays in my veins, oxyclean bought up
when you’re at the end, friend, lookin’ like your time’s up
when you woke up you thought “i think not”
didn’t expect today’s plot; get shot
reeling from the actions the clean man wrought
as the cop rolls in tracks gone from the spot
unfortunately there’s no sympathy from me, got it? (got it)
we be pulling t–th, so there’s no id, you got it? (got it)
so believe in me, if you want a piece, you got it (got it)
there’s no stopping me, if it’s weaponry, i got it

[verse 5: magicka razor & mr. clean]
please please, pardon me for my interjection
yo clean (yeah magick?) let me ask you a question
what’s a gangster like me supposed to do with these messes?
let’s lay it out for the gs, listen all to our message, i said

[chorus]
one, (uh) get some baking soda
make sure that sh-t stick to remove the odor
now two, (uh) don’t you leave the scene
bleach will wipe clean all your colorful dreams
now three, (yeah) this one’s important
rinse that sh-t away with a powerful torrent
and four, (oh?) lock the door
cause now these ladies comin’ over gettin’ down on the floor
[verse 6: magicka razor]
(chyeaaauhh)
i do it real dirty, i do it, no shame
magicka razor, b-tch, that is my name
no matter how messy, no matter how gross
the razor is coming to cut at ya throat
now let’s have a toast, b-tch
raise yo glasses to god
’cause mr. clean is packin’ up
we got a new murder job
(chyuh)

[verse 7: mr. clean]
probably thought it’s a joke, but man, you’re so slow
you thought what you thought, and yet, you don’t know
you ran and you ran when there’s nowhere to go
now you’re buried in the ground while i’m here with your hoes
so dream on real nice in your eternal sleep
yeah, fade to black, roll credits, that’s the end of the scene
a new plaque on the block “in lovin’ memory”
thank magicka razor and your man mr. clean
(ahh…)

[outro: magicka razor & mr. clean]
yeah… thank me, motherf-cker
magicka razor
magicka razor and mr. clean, b-tch
mr. clean, the one and only
mister. that ain’t missus, that ain’t sister, that ain’t mother. mister clean
you got it. a real pimp. a real g
yup
from the streets
uhuh, ain’t from a bed. ain’t sleepin’ in a lullaby. he’s from the motherf-ckin’ streets
i dare any police officer to come at me
i dare- unless i call you, please
n-

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