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Take a deep breath in and let it out. Another deep breath in And let the air flow out. Inhale again and let your whole body open up With the air. Niggas think shit sweet like aromatic. Went got your face tatted, now you the hardest On the planet. Tell a real one, Swoop, take advantage. Now boom, puppet master got you dancing for the Cameras. Light your fucking face up like Jack-o'-lanterns. Safe house, find police signals on The scanner. Met with a gauge, I seen you Coming on the camera. Better with age, I'm magic like abracadabra. Hit with a slug and turn you into a Cadaver. Split you in half, I put your mind All over matter. You biting the ass, I'm knocking Jacob off the ladder. So fuck the chitter-chatter, Make a whole room scatter like Roaches in the Kitchen when the light switches. Or the killer come back to get the eyewitness. And that stripper get old and they stop spending. Damn, this world can be cold when you not Winning. I'm not familiar in touch with my feelings, I have no compassion. Make your world come crashing down. Mine for the taking, my motivation, No conversation. Yeah, bitch, don't fuck around. Celebrate, it's the day of the dead. Celebrate, it's the day of the dead. Celebrate, it's the day of the dead. Celebrate, it's the day of the dead. Green Thumb's what my name is. Fuck you, my barrel is aimed at where your Brain is. It'll be painless, trust me, Let me operate. Oscillate the sound in your head, Let it resonate. Don't hesitate, don't ever wait. Time's up, hoe, can't resuscitate. Know took your breath away, ever great. How do you feel? You met Lucille, cold bitch, Heart of stone, blue steel. Seen her on the newsreel. She got a red dress on with some new Heels. Blowing kisses for a new kill, Seen the coup spill. Out like a waterfall, Art of war, wanted more bloodshed. Start a war, love's dead, pardon me, y'all a Witness. To the hit list, barrels lighting up and They can't miss. Aw shit, this is really happening. Fuck an ad and then not a rerun, It's all slapping in. I'm not familiar in touch with my feelings, I have no compassion. Make your world come crashing down. Mine for the taking, my motivation, No conversation. Yeah, bitch, don't fuck around. Celebrate, it's the day of the dead. Celebrate, it's the day of the dead. Celebrate, it's the day of the dead. Celebrate, it's the day of the dead.
Xzibit, B-Real, Demrick — Day of the Dead
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