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letra de face 2 face wit death - dj sound

[verse 1: d.o.n.]
crazy institutional k!ller, on the for realer
i peel a n-ggas cap, and watch his brain drop in his lap
insanity, demandin’ me, possessed by evil demons
wakin’ up, shootin’ that thizzang, ’cause i hear voices screamin’
into the triple six, the devil is talkin’ sh-t
tellin’ me to get my tone, then go out, and k!ll a b-tch
i drink me some liquor, sit back and scope like a maniac
a buster can’t take me, ’cause d-o-n can’t be havin’ that
murder, murder, shoot gangsters that i heard a
b-tch ass n-gga with his nuts up
f-ckin’ with the one, to the eight, to the sevеn, specialized in a sl!ck ass 211
suicidal thoughts in my brain make my nеrves jump
so i go upstairs to my closet, get the sawed-off pump, and go on a mission on the street out to k!ll
i don’t feel no remorse, dead corpse is the source that be soothin’ me
the demons are schoolin’ me, rulin’ me
im topped by an evil poem, i guess, ’cause i’m project born
i hang with some real k!llers, full clip, yeah, thats my n-gga
dj sound, lil whack and my n-gga big mac
i’m losin’ my f-ckin’ mind, better yet, i think i lost it
if there was a line of death, i already crossed it
see, i dont give a f-ck about my own self
f-ckin’ with a real k!ller, n-gga, your face to face with death

[chorus: d.o.n.]

[verse 2: full clip]
my murder be demandin’ me, insanity
demons takin’ over me, go on another k!llin’ spree
evil screams from the dark side, tellin’ me to k!ll again
nine times out of ten, full clip gotta comprehend
listenin’ to them voices, hearin’ noises in my bedroom
twelve o’clock at midnight, wakin’ up in a cold tomb
homicidal flashback with the 9mm gat
coughin’ up some blood, is them thugs, carvin’ a bullet slug, in his brain
im insane, mane, it’s the d-o-g
pickitty packin’ the tec-9, for all you busters with the ana, g
pitty-pat, chrome gat, smackin’ one of these b-tches bad
hollow sh-lls of h-ll, when im blastin’ dead his coward head
187, 211, deadly be this f-ckin’ game
hit two to the brain, close range, ’cause im crazy, mane
pistol packin’, never like slackin’ up, when i’m servin’, ho
blast and lettin’ go, i’m about that mo murder, mo murder, mo murder

[chorus: d.o.n.]

- dj sound

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