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DEAD PULSE

de Baker Ya Maker

Crushin, buckin, love destruction
Drop like flies
My foes they nothing
Peer pressure gang
Poke it, steel control they brain

Look into my eyes and you will see there is something
Deep inside the darkness can't hide
Approaching the deadly
The madness subsides

You enter my zone and it turns homicide
You fuck with me bitch
Now your ass on the line
Pick the shop
Pull a stang on a cop

Fuck the laws all the flaws on me cause of the guap
To big never stop
Turn the world into a plot
In this mothafucker burn as I sit back and watch

Deep, below I'm slowly cruisin
Causing confusion
Your thoughts of illusion
Into my world and you'll see what's been proven
The end is now coming you cannot remove it

Kill, hate
Fuck what's your faith
My essence of evil is shown in your face
The horns now appear on my head they are placed

The crown the flames
I am here to erase
Frontin suckas
I just crush em

Lemon lames cower
I devour any busta
Stressin my actions
Get left in the dust
When a reign of my terror starts up

Fuck that fool
He ain't know
I teach you mothafucka
Let me break you off some more
Mothafucka don't play
'Cause we be the players goin all the mothafuckin way

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