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letra de lidushopahorraz - shabazz the disciple

(intro: shabazz the disciple)
yeah, yo welcome to the brooklyn house of pain
word up, little shop of horrors, red hook projects, murderville
yall here not here promised tomorrow, huh, in this little shop of horrors
this is how we get down

(verse 1)
yo
enter, enter the projects on the ferry
scary, greet you at the gate with bl–dy mary’s
blood, blood, my ground full of blood
back to the cemetery get more blood
standing on the graves drinking blood and smoking bones
we seen a crew of goons, running by with stolen tombstones
with h-ll’s angels on the chase
he must’ve bust a black skull, who’ll approach you, embrace
and tie you up in chains and they stomp on your face
they called it peremptory and they beat the f-cking case, huh
i look around, mad bodies being buried in the ground
the devil’s busy sn-tching souls by the pound
another piece of meat lays dead in the streets
families in agony cuz brothers met their defeat
so, welcome to the brooklyn house of pain
where they can g-ngb-ng you, a blame slang without a brain
the slaughter house on the hill
like cypress, land of the snipers, over-populated with vipers
this is the h-ll where the mad god dwells
and the people are intoxicated by evil spells
you can’t trust the future, so don’t make plans
cuz the everybody’s trigger happy in this haunted house land

(chorus)- x4
you’re not promised tomorrow
in this little shop of horrors

(verse 2)
today’s forecast is a death storm, a fatal flood
cloud sitting over the projects, raining blood
mad souls drift away in a tornado
baby’s being held by the hand that rocks the cradle
and all the dead start to rise, with death in their eyes
suddenly hunt the one that took their lives
the walls of h-ll are closing in on all sides
you’re trapped in a death square with 30 foot ties
souls drift a stray in the whirlpool spin
ashes of a dead man blowing in the wind
running for our lives, we’ve seen alice in chains
sitting in a rocket chair holding our own brain
a man layed slain in the rain
rats nibbled on his brain until the morgue truck came
evil spirits deliver souls to the soul fire
flesh decaying while laying in the meyer
trapped in the land of the lost, possessed by the cross
the holy force, headed for holocaust
your religion’s insanity, ? k!lls
the place’s possessed by horror in amittyville
that’s why i’m trying to get up cuz you’re not promised tomorrow
i’m spearing straight out of the little shop of horrors

(chorus)-x4
you’re not promised tomorrow
in this little shop of horrors

(outro: shabazz the disciple)
huh, huh, yeah, yo
so welcome to the brooklyn house of pain
where they can g-ngb-ng you, a blame slang without a brain
blaow!

- shabazz the disciple

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