and run Tryin to catch a case for fun Bussin at the po-po high off weed speed and coacoa Pumpin Makaveli, heavy handed with my fo-fo (4-4) [Proof
{Miz Marvel} 007 The first verse, perfect design conquest your desert thirst 008 Highly blessed, can't recept the evil luers curse 009 From the mansion to the slums, where the evil
blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you think 33 in the glock is for? Black fatigues, skullies and binoculars, C4, block your doors
Return us nothing 2x Into the Sun (INTO THE SUN) Return us nothing (RETURN US NOTHING) 2x My mother said that we're all angels But I swear I saw the evil Evil
left ventricles I love to molest a skin double headed dildo up the pussy and ass creates bloody estrogen I'll asphyxiate the backbone of a vertibrate I got no skin
It's the evil that men do Chorus But every nigga on my block can't stop, and he won't stop, and he don't stop (repeat 4X) Interlude
evil, dem evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil,
ass and run Tryin to catch a case for fun Bussin at the po-po high off weed speed and coacoa Pumpin Makaveli, heavy handed with my fo-fo (4-4) [Proof
For the ghetto media Don't let the light skin fool y'all I will fuck you up [Chorus: Bizzy Bone] This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry [3X]
fortune-telling parrot screams, From the top of a tower of terminal brain tumors. Now I'm in a picture, of Tahiti, And even the air, is an evil hallucination
the screaming, another life is gone I'm playing with the children, children of the dead My mother say's their evil, my daddy he gives a shit Their eyeballs are bloody, their skin
rhymes, I'll make you throw up Poison soaked in an acid bath Swallow homeboy, your throat'll need a skin graft Toss it up, while the DJ known as Evil
s rough in the g h e t t o got to learn how to hear no evil an see no I spit nothin but acid like amino still good for your skin though like aveno hunnies
ever tries to front and diss You need to puff a bag, of, dro's, when, listening to brutal shit like this You gotta rock a lamb, skin, with, the, spermicide
pop pop You stomp the fuck off yo' block My Glockoes pop pop pop My Glocko pop pop pop (x4) You stomp the fuck off yo' block My Glocko pop pop pop Bob
who wanna go to the ball (I do) The horrors been here waiting just for you [Violent J:] Its all ready, my suit of skin is made of dead hooker hoes With
