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(Now who are you) I'm the Alfred Hitchcock of hip hop (No you're not) Don't believe me, just wait 'til my shit drops (Thought you knew) Tell sick stories with a suspense plot (Come and watch) Even Edgar Allen Poe would say my shit's hot Hello ladies and gentlemen and good evening You're about to witness the sickest thing ever breathing There's no need to keep pinching yourself, you ain't dreaming Someone please shut that bitch up in the back who's screaming Some people will tell you I'm half angel, plus demon Who's purpose is to stalk the earth for gothic reasons Must've curse at birth for what it's worth, they pulled a heathen I think them a stigmata, so my hands are breathing The devil sends his regards and seasons greetings For those who don't believe in God, he'll be meeting Your life will cease, so rest in peace, your soul is leaving For eternity, burning, begging and pleading (Now who are you) I'm the Alfred Hitchcock of hip hop (No you're not) Don't believe me, just wait 'til my shit drops (Thought you knew) Tell sick stories with a suspense plot (Come and watch) Even Edgar Allen Poe would say my shit's hot From Letras Mania