Lyrics

Yeah, the Koopsta Knicca tape, Da Devil's Playground But this time we gon' drop a verse for you bitches on our dick (mystic, mystic) Mystic styles of the ancient mutilations ('lations, 'lations) Mystic, mystic, m-mystic styles of the ancient mutilations ('lations, 'lations) Mystic, mystic, m-mystic styles of the ancient mutilations Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement Mystic styles of the ancient mutilations Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement Torture, torture chambers filled with corpses in my- Torture, torture chambers filled with corpses in my- Torture, torture chambers filled with corpses in my- Torture, torture chambers filled with corpses in my- They done come, waitin' to come Say, is it the sun if the rain don't come? In the middle of that ocean, oh so lonely, heyday, here she blows Oh, Lord, Someone save me, where, which way to go? Most faded massive Satan ships totally sinkin' Man, which is it Koop's? My tender skies is gettin' darky Darkness overhead, wicked ideas In too deep, ride with me, bloody seven seas Man to be wicked do, now tell me what must I do Gotta get my sentries blessed them dead or the Koopsta's through I love you (I love you) Should my ship sink? (Don't drop it 'cause they ain't ready for you, Koop) Should my ship sink? (Man, fuck that shit, they scared of the Triple six) Should my ship sink? (But we gon' drop it anyway 'cause y'all love us, y'all haters) The message of thy ship sinkin', and we losin' thy crew Mane, do unto the others as shall have them done to you Torture, torture chambers filled with corpses in my- Torture, torture chambers filled with corpses in my- Torture, torture chambers filled with corpses in my- Torture, torture chambers filled with- M-Mystic styles of the ancient mutilations Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement Mystic styles of the ancient mutilations Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement Mystic styles of the ancient mutilations Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement Mystic styles of the ancient mutilations Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement Mystic styles of the ancient mutilations Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement
Writer(s): Paul Duane Beauregard, Ricky Dunigan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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