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letra de children of the corn - graveyard productions

(verse 1: lil grimm)
i’m the f-cking scarecrow scoping at you in the d-mn dark
my corn yard —– your body gonna —–
—– i’m the n-gga ——————–
———————— of the ghost, try to screw another
never look into my eyes, tell me what the f-ck you see
all i see is dark and demons chase me in my d-mn dream
bang bang to your motherf-cking head, razor ———-
———————- head spin around all the cowards wanna run
the first commandment, —- test the n-gga grim
if you wanna take a trip to the darkside ————–
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———— godd-mn that n-gga cold
now pray, on some holy one before you leave my b-tch
i l!ck and murder one, there is no stop to switch
it’s on my n-gga —————————
—————— now we leave the bl–dy spot
now think twice before you diss his cl!ck
have you seen the crucifix
n-gga ——— children of the corn yard

(hook)
children of the corn
children of the corn
children of the corn
since i was born, children of the corn

verse 2: ? & (?)
wake up, a bad morning cause i hear my victims cry
my intentions to grab my nine, cause the demons stay close to my mind
(i think it’s fine, they playing the game, with some motherf-cking ——-)
the demons they hit to the brain, (guess who)
spirit of jesse james (i think it’s strange)
i’m telling these demons to —————
but if you want to play i spray
don’t know why ——- the ak
(so make my day, i’m sleeping in the darkness surrounding by —
i smoke my blunt dip)
oh sh-t there goes the demons again (you comprehend)
my hood is filled with k!llers mayne some thugs
so what you coward gonna do when it come to pushing shove
(———, in nineteen seventy six a k!ller is born
a paranoiac schizophrenic children of the corn)

(hook)

(verse 3)
walking into the wilderness ————
evils thoughts are on my mind so i grab my plastic nine
one more time
aim it at your skull cause i don’t show no love
—- k!ller on the realer, how do you figure —-
stay in your f-cking place cause you don’t know how to play
move to la you living there but i smoke ———-
(sippin alize), ——————–
i’m pulling my chrome, let’s get it on get it on john
watch me pull out of my whip and b-tches ———–
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what goes to my n-ggas graveyard, i bet i split your heart into some part
———- i’m crazy in the mind
sick of having to flip i grab my d-ck and bust a nut then k!ll the b-tch
f-cking trippy cause you know i don’t show no love
b-tches talking sh-t mayne they ——————-
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ptaying with my chrome so now it’s on, children of the corn

- graveyard productions

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