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Fuckin' Wit Dis Click Lyrics

from Mystic Stylez

"Fuckin' Wit Dis Click" is track #5 on the album Mystic Stylez. It was written by S. Dawson; P. Gill; P. Byford; P. Quinn; G. Oliver.
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How can you have faith in a God
That can not even control creation
How can He lead you to salvation
There is no hope in chaos only
Welcome to the other side of reality
And this is your eternity
(Eternity)

The end of the world, I can see it comin'
So I pack my nine millimeters and I start huntin'
For these niggas that talk shit
Man these hoes will never quit until ya
Leave 'em hangin' from a tree or thrown in a ditch

Which one of you niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge
Backed up by an A-K

Fore you go to bed at night you bitches better kneel and pray
'Cause when it's business we takin' care our business
I'm clappin' on any of a witness or any who wanna get in it
Man this shit is real

Not them stories you put in your raps
Not even that bullshit you talk behind a nigga back
Let me make it simple and plain, run up and you'll get your brains blown
To the side of the curb with that plastic thang, thang Nina glock 19
With the 20 clip you don't wanna fuck with this
You don't wanna fuck with this

Therefore all you clicks and you clans
And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click
And we gonna bring it to your ass

Therefore all you clicks and you clans
And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click
And we gonna bring it to your ass

Therefore all you clicks and you clans
And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click
And we gonna bring it to your ass

Therefore all you clicks and you clans
And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click
And we gonna bring it to your ass

Man for what any crime I swear I'll die before I do some time
Bitch the Koopsta massive when I murder
With the muthafuckin' plastic nine corpses that we tortured in the Chevy
Voices won't let me rest could this be the end yet
Or a message sent from Satan
(Nigga omens)

They open the gates of horror for them horror lords
We tortured the cases who arrested the faces of triple six
That which is sorcerer
(Kill that bitch, chop that bitch)

Or you might get caught on a crucifix
I'm sick of that burning inside of my
Cradle I'm wishin' that He could just come
Yet this Nina gots no trigger so I'm clickin'

Real quick like a serial killa mon' straight from that cell for real 'a
I'll buck you dead my nigga and it's a shame when I dropped 'em off
The break mane in return I got no thangs
I went in dark room fool Koop be jackin' for their thang

Every time I sees you slippin'
I go into a my Mac-10
(Mac-10)
Victims of my devil's playground
Come burn with me until the end

Therefore all you clicks and you clans
And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click
And we gonna bring it to your ass

Therefore all you clicks and you clans
And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click
And we gonna bring it to your ass

Therefore all you clicks and you clans
And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click
And we gonna bring it to your ass

Therefore all you clicks and you clans
And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click
And we gonna bring it to your ass

Totin' the dead body over my shoulder
And sure to break out with my shovel
Or let evil look forward and I start to dig up and toss in the body
And give up more money as bank of the sore

Three separate bodies hacked up with a axe and I think a big sack
Been chewed up by rats I'm just writing these poems
They bring to renown cause a triple six night to restore
Split wrists with needles in my fists and amidst', thy clicks, of tricks

No I'm not a Christian but I'm mentally ill
And I don't understand all the reasons
Well, I think it's killin' season and neither does my schizophrenic friends
So therefore nigga due to my mental defocalty

Scarecrow is only entertained by helping enemies bleed
Let all the bodies soak in all the blood
Let's go smoke with that chick with no pity
I bloody cut chop up they shell goes in 20 gauge

Finally thinkin' like I was frighting, I'm havin' no thoughts
Of the lives I've done lost when I'm blazin' that stupid gauge fire
Cause I'm havin' a Halloween slaughter it turned my gun focal
Just thank Micheal Myers no mutilation's parallelizations
Got no patience when I'm chasin' down a patient
Tryin' to thwart assassination

Therefore all you clicks and you clans
And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click
And we gonna bring it to your ass

Therefore all you clicks and you clans
And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click
And we gonna bring it to your ass

Therefore all you clicks and you clans
And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click
And we gonna bring it to your ass

Therefore all you clicks and you clans
And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click
And we gonna bring it to your ass

I'm on a cross loose up off these cut me free
(Cut me free)
I'll draw your portrait if you put me down on my feet
(Down on my feet)
My cross turns upside down and finally I'm loose
I flip the land and released up of some sinners Scarecrow and the Juice

I look to the sky and all I could say was, "Well, finally it's on again"
No lord could stop us now 'cause the demons reborn again
My praise the first power found me so I could never cower
Without a mind fool murder bust and bounce

I'll tell you half about this Antichrist
Look into my eyes tell me what you see
The demonic man about scarecrowism
Saints can you feel me, I try for years and years
Sinkin' this one day of depression

Stormy weather and church bells
Ringin' to the election of a new-follower
Follow me into the trees, watch me rob Adam
And watch me rape Eve

In this eve much destruction
Most will probably wonder
With DJ Paul, the Triple Six click
And Hell take 'em under

Bitch, now never

Songwriters
S. Dawson; P. Gill; P. Byford; P. Quinn; G. Oliver

Published by
CARBERT MUSIC, INC.

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