Slippin — текст песни (Three 6 Mafia)

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Evertime I see you slippin`
I go and reach for my mac 10
Victims of my devils playground

(Koopsta Knicca)
Damn I`m about to bust a cap up in these tricks
Chris
I`m thinkin` deadly and I`m scopin` with that infarred
Kickin` it with the hardest click
Leavin` bodies rottin` up in them ditches
Man what`s done if my tongue hits like a ton of brizicks
Koops not concerned
I let you burn and burn and burn
Everything in the prophecy has been demonically read
So I learned
Deep in the morgue
Lie corps in the quateras
They wanna face in a line of order
Can you place this shit
When you crawled up on the red man
You bounce set up in this bitch
Sittin` man and thinkin`
Though my dreams I hear little kids screamin
Poor preachers I waited for hangin`
Which got me like bored in the psycho ward like daily
The 6-6-6 mystery man
Is takin` me straight to insanity
Could it be a dimension of witches that bring out voices
That issue more tragedies
The seas of cries
Will soon be turning
Your fuckin` life over
Left the priest and island bleeding of four leaf clover
Then I crinkle enough of these slugs
?? I`d rather be mugged to drink up a pint of his blood

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