Key: E minor•
Verse 1
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come with real heat
that travels throughout your town
rumble the ground
you hear the fallen angels screaming
Waking up in cold sweat,
roofs surrounded by demons
as you're burning for trouble
Mr. Criminal's a joke
threw the roach
madman
Run it up in your house with C -Max,
demand the cash, man
Make any wrong moves,
fix the wrong way
tryin' to be the one
Watch your back, motherfucker,
somethin' wicked is waitin'
but they never do nothing
They know something
wicked is coming
way is coming
Something wicked this
way is coming
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Something wicked this way is coming
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Turn around and start running
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por los pecados de mi vida
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Mucho marihuana, cocaína,
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And I'll steal a tiny one, a pound of tequila
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is only about the gas
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Got the high power, so Vato's strapped up,
ready to blast
comin' in Chevy low -rise
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One talk from the lanyard,
now I hear the spirits callin'
Screamin' in my fuckin' head
these things that's so tormented
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strapped up and vi cious
while I'm pissed at their business
with a vengeance
Just leave his body mutilated,
different cases, different stench
but they never do nothing
They know something
wicked is coming
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Something wicked is way,
it's coming
it's coming
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Turn around and start running
It's coming
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Wanna see me in the secretary,
I'll be runnin' with my vengeance,
strippin' lethals down your blocks
shake your feet
And your dog will live independently
straight
Knowin' the cause of possession,
better know what you're doin'
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Just slippin' into thought,
just when you're speakin' my name
Just say it five times,
if you think it's the game
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I will appear in your mind,
and everywhere that you go
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You will see the stalker
lurkin' out of the shadow
Cause the damage I cause,
so much chaos they'll be saying
before you end up in my dungeon,
Mr. Stylin'
Motherfucker,
something wicked is coming
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You don't know, that I'm behind,
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it's murder time, studio gangsta
Talkin' shit, this is for you
Levas, eat a dick,
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hear him screamin',
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he's underneath my ride,
draggin' him on his When
I hit the train tracks,
Mangled in the rear, haters died
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Feel the fear, just motherfuckers
I'm a mad max in your familia,
your teapots in a trash bag
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Something wicked, homicidal,
fuckin' sickness
Sickness, homicidal, proper flats,
the shadow right beside ya
You best pray to God,
I'll never find ya
now what the fuck does it mean?
Kickin' back on my team,
with a sack full of green
got them big -ass straps
Who's got the techs,
8ks and 12 gauges on the left?
try not to snap
Cause I just got out,
I'll make you lay on the floor
we goin' out of our minds
Can't ever rest,
Seems there's no one left,
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I keep my head on my shoulders,
tryin' to deal with the stress
laugh out your bed or start running
Outro 1
that's ass cum
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsE F Em
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