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2 Minutes To Kill on this song man
First I'm a maniac
Stick pins went in and did work, up where his brain is at
Cut on the vacuum, this motherfucker lost
Place the plug into the socket, let his parents tap you in the cost
Torture, he was left with no clue
Bread crumbing the body parts, the pigeons need food too
Homeboy die quicker, I'm talking about my buddy
Left him bloody, the semi putty, the DNA was moving muddy
Come back with the quickness of a cheetah when he's nifty
Come back with the quickness of a cheetah running one-fifty
Taxi cab murder, bloody driver in the backseat
Drop him in the sewer, let the strongest of the rats eat
She let him go, that's the reason he chased that toy
Pet Sematary, you should be ashamed that diesel hit that boy
Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Blackula
Daytime walking zombie, night time evil Dracula
Attitude so fucking bad, negative thoughts that I had
Triple murders, they all so sad, quadruple that if we get mad
Uh, then bring on the casualties
I'm quick to let loose, no remorse, come forth, fatalities
Finish him, then I finish his Lexus up
Any attempt to fuck with Farrakhan, don't make us fuck these Texas up
Chief told me to let up, I can see the misery
Pet Sematary sent the statement saying for the sickery
A lady's pregnant, she might just have this pain forever
The twins came out, with both they heads just sewn together
Open the casket, as you can see no one's inside
You close it up and hear the jerking of the floor that died
Cutthroat psycho, NIP is the best
I'm paying Elvis twenty dollars to stand
In front of me and cut up his chest
Endless murders, homicides come quick
Deactivate my thoughts and fast forward the horror flick
Punk ass nigga, talk some shit you'll be dead
He's running wild down the street
Cause his body keep leaving his head
Fuck with a genius, you better beware
Nightmaric visions suspend them on cells in mid-air
Please pay close attention to this mystical chant
Herman Park Massacre, gallons of blood for the picnic ants
Bodies decapitate, from blows from a nightstick
Fifty enemies found dead, from fifty different color ice picks
Actual facts, niggas drown in lakes
Drug out of the lakes, and into the milkshakes
Step to the sight, you gotta be hype
You gotta have an alter ego, plus ten or more blood types
You must be heroic, plus mental mind power
Rifle war skills to kill, plus physical nine power
Enter the battle, quickly start chopping up
The bodies won't stay still, parts are just hopping up
Swiftness, he gotta be swift with a knife
I won't stop stabbing till I see his spirit die from eternal life
Death to any rapper that tries to be bold
Push his ass off a building, I got
Him, I got him, ooh that's still old
It was only two minutes to kill, it was only two minutes
It was only two minutes to kill, it was only two minutes
It was only two minutes to kill, it was only two minutes
It was only two minutes to kill, it was only two minutes
It was only two minutes to kill
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