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letra de witch jawn (acapella) - dept. of rec.

dept. of rec. – “witch jawn”
[emcee(s): adam 12]
[producer(s): stape mega]
[scratches: drew dollars]

[intro: samples with scratches by drew dollars]
“rhyme stories got ’em scared to death” – sample from lil dap on group home – “livin’ proof”
“rip off all your flesh and make a outfit” – sample from cage – “agent orange”
“rhyme stories got ’em scared to death” – sample from lil dap on group home – “livin’ proof”
“rip off all your flesh and make a outfit” – sample from cage – “agent orange”
“rhyme stories got ’em scared to death” – sample from lil dap on group home – “livin’ proof”
“rip off all your flesh and make a outfit” – sample from cage – “agent orange” (x2)
“rhyme stories got ’em scared to death” – sample from lil dap on group home – “livin’ proof”

[verse 1: adam 12]
i’ll curse on
all y’all houses—we screams like banshees
this unbridled violence styled up and made fancy
enough to make you sh-t in your pants. see, your flesh is
ready to leave your blood and bones in a hurry
we scour the living, look for kids on our dead list
two angels of death who rise out of the darkness
like maniac hors-m-n who leave emcees headless
it’s too late to repent when your neck loses tension
getting giddy at the thought of blood let [?]
i’ve seen more guts than jonah in a whale’s belly
i must be from h-ll. maybe heaven was my angle
when i strangled c-ss elliot and murdered off with bangles
there’s no end to my murderous mental piece
get nice with mic device and f-ck up your dental piece
we crash down with the fury of an evil god
thrashing through your mixtapes like skaters shredding really hard
dazzle you to death with my otherworld abilities
stillborn in ’75, so there’s no use trying to k!ll me
cut off both your hands so there’s no way that you’re feeling me
worse than freddy krueger ‘cause freddy ain’t as real as me

[verse 2: adam 12]
this that strange combined product of horror-flick-loving
introvert skinny kid whose brain cells was bugging
never once thought as a youngin i’d do battle with suckers
who cling to new trends like joeys cling to their mothers
kids get smothered by this pillow of rap sheets i lay my
head on and terrify them like children on hayrides
display my thought process with no nonsense
arrogance, wash my mouth with plasma
i k!ll followers who see stars like astronomers
my big bang breaks wig pieces to dust particles
give me one good reason not to torture you silly. hmmm…
what rhymes with silly? should i say it? ok
philly be the domain of pain for you prisoners
give presents to god: the souls of my listeners
anyone who comes in contact with my raps gets
infected with diseases that go undetected
no mirror could reflect it. we’re blood-sucking freaks, kid
with more hoes at our shows that those found at freaknik

[hook: adam 12 with scratches by drew dollars]
now how’s that? who i represent? sing along chil-
-dren. department of rec. k!ll emcees dead
now how’s that? who i represent? sing along chil-
-dren. department of rec. k!ll emcees dead
how’s that? who i represent? sing along chil-
-dren. department of rec. k!ll emcees dead
now how’s that? who i represent? sing along chil-
-dren. department of rec. k!ll emcees dead

[verse 3: adam 12]
it was over like stupid chicks in jason flicks—that’s why
i rise after being hacked up with icepicks
adam-to-the-one-to-the-two could say sh-t
so simplistic in formalities and still make hits
like parasites in your chest, i stick and suck to your ribs
i’m all up in your love life ‘cause your girl sucks my d-ck
backstabbers get stabbed back—that’s word def—i slay them
“who tried to betray them? it won’t happen again, friend”
’cause this is “the end” like my man jimmy sang
a cold life stye’s influenced when my ghost and i hang
paranormal slang [?] ‘round the way
like brown chucks by the way your girl’s stuck on my hango
like siamese twins in an ill circus sideshow
goodbye, yo. hope you kissed your moms lately. baby
i’m bombing with the fury of a possessed, busted shaman
i’m rosemary’s baby. moms wanted to name me
“azrael” ‘cause the blackness in my eyes was too hazy
this here good boy growing up, doing good things
like murdering sucker emcees to get his jolly

[hook: adam 12 with scratches by drew dollars]
now how’s that? who i represent? sing along chil-
-dren. department of rec. k!ll emcees dead
now how’s that? who i represent? sing along chil-
-dren. department of rec. k!ll emcees dead
now how’s that? who i represent? sing along chil-
-dren. department of rec. k!ll emcees dead
now how’s that? who i represent? sing along chil-
-dren. department of rec., department of rec

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