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lirik lagu insane poetry - stalkin with the nightbreed

[intro: cyco]
why did you murder my daughter? and why did you k!ll her and leave her in a ditch?
aw yeah, here we go now, this the last track on the grim side. i gotta have all my homies rap on this motherf~cker. yo, i got joe cooley, the stupid n~gga in the house, emdee the lyrical pimp, death b.l.o., k.m.c. (kaotic minds corruptin’), shakespeare, the one man riot. so k.m.c., jump on this mic and kick it off

[verse 1: tee thee $og$ & rocc the jock]
yeah, once again it’s the lyrical body sn~tcher
psycho, straight jacket ripper
b~tch k!llers straight off the street onto a stage [to wreck shop?]
tee thee $og$ the buzz k!ller at the bus stop
my terror’s f~cking ’em up every time
shooting with my one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
millimeter gat that goes cadat buck boom
makes n~ggas run like crazy and it smokes up the room fool
the rebel’s on a rampage, heads burst n~gga
who’s the first n~gga choking on his twelve gauge?
kaotic m to the i to the n to the d to the s
corrupting, causing much stress
psycho, n~gga i am like no other motherf~ckers, kinda bent but that’s alright bro
r~o~c~c rhyming wicked g
and you can’t f~ck with the n~gga stalkin’ with the nightbreed
[interlude 1: cyco]
haha, yeah, you can’t f~ck with these n~ggas stalkin’ with the nightbreed n~gga. what you thought motherf~cker. you can’t even hang. i got my boys death b.l.o. coming up next. the motherf~cking d.a.l., dangerous ass lunatic, and that motherf~cking light~skinned n~gga, evil one. yo, jump on this motherf~cker and start some sh~t up

[verse 2: evil one & d.a.l.]
sh~t, it’s evil one
i’m one evil motherf~cker, black
so get off a n~ggas n~ts~ck
you just stepped into the lair of a known slayer
no need for saying a prayer ’cause our lord ain’t coming
and i’m running up behind you with brass knuckles
swinging a death blow and watch yo ass buckle
evil one, wicked n~ggas shoot n~ggas quick
time to pass the torch to a dangerous ass lunatic
i stalk the motherf~cking d.a.l
f~cking with me, you got the first~class ticket to h~ll
this is death b.l.o., f~ck you and your crew bro
i’m snapping my jaws like i was cujo
locking up, when i’m loading up suckers get broken up
watch a n~ggas chest get opened up
’cause i’m smoking up these n~ggas like demon weed
death b.l.o. is stalkin’ with the motherf~cking nightbreed

[interlude 2: cyco]
haha, yeah that’s right baby. motherf~cking death b.l.o. is in this motherf~cker stalking with the godd~mn nightbreed. you’re godd~mn right, 1992, my homies dropping that funky sh~t for you, you know what i’m saying. and the next n~gga coming up, the one man riot, shakespeare. so homie, jump on this mic and kick it for me

[verse 3: shakespeare, the one man riot]
you n~ggas stalkin’ with the nightbreed
heads will dangle from a short rope
i’ll watch it waver in the breeze ’til your neck’s broke
tell your priest to come down and get a little piece
and take a chance with holy water and phony preaching
’cause i’m notorious for hog~tying motherf~ckers
more bodies in my bas~m~nt then a cemetery
watch your back or end up on a milk carton
look at the sparks from a amp that i’m jump~starting
motherf~cker don’t you know i’m shakespeare, the one man riot
bending n~ggas like a paperback book
watching you sh~t on yourself while i’m regurgitating body parts
promising to be the bloodiest form of art
body~basket filled to the rim
chop up bodies so small that one bag can hold three men
so when the full moon’s out and they hear a b~tch scream
that’s the motherf~cking nightbreed
[interlude 3: cyco]
yeah, haha, yeah, that was my n~gga shakespeare, the one man riot in this motherf~cker. dropping that wicked sh~t for them n~ggas in the nightbreed, you know what i’m saying. but i got my other homeboy, he gon’ come down here and rip sh~t. that n~ggas’ from compton. so what’s up joe? the super n~gga, get on this mic and drop some of that funky sh~t

[verse 4: joe cooley]
yo, get out my way, here come the motherf~cking super rap n~gga
tripling up my words, using my tongue as a trigger
one bad motherf~cker from the hitmen
two~hundred n~ggas, that’s what i’ll bend in
you wanna step to the champ, well bring it on clown
i’ll pick your ass up and bodyslam you to the ground
hard blows coming at you like rock ’em sock ’ems
a uppercut to the chin, that’s how i like to drop ’em
joe cooley, your motherf~cking rap hoodlum
d~gg~ng n~ggas out, ooh, that’s how i like to do ’em
am i done? not! here i go again
use their microphone cord for the lynching
straight stalking with the motherf~cking nightbreed
and all you motherf~ckers bow down to your knees, sh~t!

[interlude 4: cyco]
yeah, haha, that was good joe. that was real tight my n~gga. but oh yo, uh oh, uh oh, i forgot one n~gga. my n~gga emdee. you gotta come on here and drop some of that funky sh~t. you know that wicked~ass mad dog pimp sh~t. you know what i’m saying. so emdee, tell ’em what emdee stands for

[verse 5: emdee]
mad dog (mad dog), mad dog (mad dog)
putting n~ggas in a bodybag y’all (bag y’all)
don’t try to step ’cause you’ll get beat sucker (beat sucker)
if you’re feeling froggish then leap motherf~cker
once again it’s the pimp with the .380
dropping a funky rhyme style, loving to see blood and bone
and my style is not like what the suckers wrote
i just smile while i cut a motherf~cker throat (haha)
and watch him smile with a smiling neck
hang his ass from a tree, in his chest carved emdee (emdee)
mad dog, my d~ck and all that
redrum, i’m a walking shotgun
you having conversations with a k!ller (ha)
i get love from busting concrete with a n~gga (yeah)
you better watch when i blast off
you better take cover son or your ass die
[interlude 5: cyco]
yeah, haha, emdee. running sh~t you motherf~cking pimp motherf~cker you. haha, i love that sh~t, you know what i’m saying. but you know what, i’m the cyco, it’s my turn. f~ck all that bullsh~t. time to kick that wicked~ass serial k!ller~ass sh~t. so check this out while i drop it. boom!

[verse 6: cyco]
what’s the body count?
they still not tally up the bodies that i’m bagging up
’cause i’m dragging up these n~ggas to the attic
wrapped in some plastic, a ziploc casket
time to sharpen up my hatchet for the next sucker
point~blank swinging at your neck motherf~cker, yo
i’m the cyco, the serial rap slayer
~doorbell rings~ who is it? your next door neighbor b~tch
dig a ditch about six feet
i’m cooking motherf~cking rappers in my pot like pig feet
it’s bl~~dy sunday cousin (yeah)
it’s time to rip out somebodies intestines and go bungie jumping
i keep motherf~ckers missing b~lls
smell the stench of dead bodies buried in my kitchen walls
so let me end this wicked verse on a k!llers level
f~cking with cyco’s like shaking hands with the devil n~gga

[outro: cyco]
well alright y’all. that was all my homies in this motherf~cker dropping that funky sh~t. i had death b.l.o., k.m.c., motherf~cking shakespeare, the one man riot, emdee the little pimper homeboy. and i gotta say what’s up to joe cooley that stupid n~gga, and my dj, d.j. streek, and i’m cyco. and we outtie five~motherf~cking~thousand n~gga

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