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I would hate to see you die, yeah I'll have you party with the dead lil' boy, ha I love the thrill, the chill, the smell of death Out the ground I'll have you tremble, like my diamond necklace Out here breaking gravestones Stomping necks until we break them I'm too into digging deep wounds Control until we break them We'll bring the dance of Hell upon these grounds, yeah I'll send real killers at your throat, yeah-eh-eh-eh-ayy Grave hoppin', bodies, dealing with the blood, insomniac I'm the big dawg, shawty, let the G's up, it's a mob attack The phantoms keep me up, don't be foolish, know that they'll protect If I say the word the numbers swarming in as silhouette Stop asking where we at if you tryna rob this new patek Dealin' with my ends, send a shorty out to go attack Make 'em bleed, I'm sorry, I spend too much time just bussin' back They all know where we at, I'm always postin' up where I be at I would hate to see you die, yeah I'll have you party with the dead lil' boy, ha I love the thrill, the chill, the smell of death Out the ground I'll have you tremble, like my diamond necklace Out here breaking gravestones Stomping necks until we break them I'm too into digging deep wounds Control until we break them We'll bring the dance of Hell upon these grounds, yeah I'll send real killers at your throat, yeah-eh-eh-eh-ayy From Letras Mania