Fx Lyrics

Fx lyrics

The black magic



My doll trouble



Voodoo and wicked spells



I dwell my scales



My brain bleeds bloody tales



Just a tomb tormenty axe



With a swinging axe 



Attacks any person that moves for or steps back



Relax muthafukas the secrete lyes in the souls 



Barely creeps so deep all the way til nine feet



An entrance to whom to my home sweet home



With fires burning your urine 



For another House of Krazees song



The ROC that is me



Im taking you on a trip 



My nuts still dragging like a ball and chain



My dicks the whip



You can't hide and you can't run from the son of



Guns has yo ass screaming look who's on the run



Come and get some of this



But watch yo shit



The clock has finally struck the hour for da killings bitch



There's no illusions just realism de effects



Are like tragic when you try to deal with em



My wig split em sticka



Stick a nigga boom clip boom



I broke ya neck whos next brotha FX



Its the deal



The dead will be dropping bombs



Here they come and fucking sing along with the jam



The man that you want to see 



Mista Bones I break the compasity



The rinkle style playing yo eardrums fo-a-second



With the effects to break your necks with the wicked



Beats and drums surround and the fucking rythm



Plain old thoughts of suicide is what Im giving



To the minegrain explodes off the track



And the night the demon was on yo back



Break it down you very well



Mentle running in overdrive sacrafice on the hill



Listen cuz the bones begin to reck



And watch yo ass for the wicked ass FX



Mass illusions



Something extrodinarly strange



Home the deranged you thought you could hang



You smell the look of the in the instimentle case



The time is now for you to try and leave this place



You jump in the corner



Running down the hallway you see a door



You think it's nothing 



You open it and fall right through the floor



There's no escape so living to live



Becomes a spiritual angish or even test of hell is wrong



My testimony sparks the intrum from you bastards



Wickedly macking I leave yo ass in bandages



So with yo roosta leaving with some broke necks



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