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[Verse 1: Dice] I'm hanging like scrotum sacks Doing drive-bys in Cadillacs Smoking niggas while they smoking (unintelligible lyrics) Niggas getting wet up like stamps I'm blowing out brains quick as I'm blowing out amps It's like nasty ass no good hookers I got bullets ripping through car doors, hundreds of subwoofers When I was a little boy drinking Hi-Cs I was murdering Capricorns, Libras and Pisces I sees my neighborhood sewed up, hold up Got slowed up, enemies get dropped for showed up Pitbulls gets blown up with no delay I blew away my next door neighbor's Bouvier Careless, greasy motherfuckers like spare ribs In Detroit sticking up stores owned by Arabs Before I was born twice, from knowledge to torn I smoked a nigga for blowing his horn Chaotic, never nervous Smoking a nigga of the Internal Revenue Service While some niggas I know be flipping keys I be flipping them motherfuckers at Mickey Ds Deep, deep below...through the muck and the snow Fear is found below...through the muck and the snow [Verse 2: Esham] Woke up sweating bullets My vision is Brillo Sleep with the .357 up under my pillow I have dreams of bullets coming up at me in my direction Tied down to the bed for my own protection Institutionalized, I metamorphosize Into Jesus, tied down and I'm crucified The devil burns me Holy water makes my skin blister He slit my wrist cause I'm a Suicidalist I seen many faces of death Dead men don't sing no songs No singing at my funeral Visions of my burial Closed casket, six feet, born dead at birth How much is my life worth If I'm under the Earth Psychiatric treatment, therapeutic, help me dispute it It's coincidental what goes on in my mental I have cravins' of black ravens on my tombstone So you can sleep if you can I'm having dreams of a dead man Dead men don't sing Dead men DO dream About being alive You know, all the way live [Verse 3: Dice (freestyle)] Word is born Then I storm With the wickedness Come get with this Deranged nigga with the 12-gauge I be jacking all you niggas while I'm macking, yeah Too many styles I have like a crab on my nuts I scratch like maestro with cuts But nobody knows my style so I don't give 'em no time To learn 'em, bitches I burn 'em With syphilis I kill your mama and your mistress Don't dis this The Dice is in this bitch so don't miss this Cause I be freestyling, wilding like a mongoose Fuck with the rhyme I got more juice than O.J. Simpson No glimpsin' Bad nigga, rough nigga, rhyme nigga Fuck around with me I'll pull my rhyme trigger Oh shit RLPs coming down with that old school shit James, suck my dick Hey yo Dice is in this joint now And it's fucked up, nobody knows about being fucked up But when I want to get stupid I get lazy Bitches be sucking my dick and I nut in their mouth crazy So check it out baby I Swayze like Patrick Fuck around with me, I'm fucking fat bitches on mattresses Who wanna fuck with the team Esham the Unholy, Dice and the... [Outro: Razzaq] Insane, gore Razzaq Rahim As the sky turns grey Niggas roam through the night As the rain fall upon us Lightning strikes like a bullet to the temple The fog gets thicker, RAAARGH! Mothers screams for their life or death Breaths is tooken, by another man At war! We're at WAAAAARRR!