Slippin'

Chorus x3 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 trizees Chris I'm thinkin' deadly yet I'm scopin' with that infarred Kickin' it with the hardest click Leavin' bodies rottin' up in them ditches Man what's a ( ? ) when 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 ( ? ) 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 the voices That issue more tragedies The seas of cries Will soon be turning Your f**kin' life over Left the priest and island bleeding on four leaf clover Then I crinkle enough of these slugs ( ? ) I'd rather be mugged to drink up a pint of his blood Chorus x1