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of evil
To stab ya throat Holocaust torn to pieces
Of a mathematical Zabuza wit morbid evil
As I go tomahawk Kenny Mccormick even
From the Adderall insomnia

I cannot erase these evil thoughts
So I embrace them
All I know of lately
Is this hatred and this anger
All my ops
In danger
I eliminate from angles

Relentless evil, he knows no bounds
Expressionless, as the bodies hit the ground
Well is he human, or is he myth?
All we know is he's waited for this

meio desse sombrio inverno
Eu caço, mordo e nunca hiberno
Porque o ódio que eu tenho é paterno
Late, mas late por quê?
Trouxe um caso e um buquê
Trouxe

Boy I need dolla bills
The root of all evil y’all
Well tell me how that mothafucka feels
Dolla bills, boy I need dolla bills
The root of all evil y’all

impossible to live
Cause lack of innocence to give
Survive by a gun or succumb to one (Choose)

Mother's mourning their sons (Mikey G)
Battle of good and evil

I’m Gon’ Make It To That Sequel
Try Not Do This Evil
We Ain’t Goin’ Pop, We Just Popping Up Like Bieber
I Been Getting Sober My Dog Still Pour Up

I Stick and I Move (What?, Stick)
Get rid of the tool and go get a new one 
I might be back by the morning 
I'm your alarm that shit is alarming 
I'm

If I hurt you I am sorry I did not know who I
Was
I was blinded by the alcohol the weed and other
Drugs
I was born into some evil I was never taught

Lovin' you is medicine 
There ain't nobody better than you 
Take you like prescription 
I'mma pop another pill 
Just to numb all the pain
Something's

on it
Y'all flashing money but I'll just write em a check for it
Um hmm. Grown man shit
Get on yours homie
And where I live to exclusive you can't pop up

My Mind Right

Memphis Bleek

The Roc Files, Vol. 1

2003

pompous, first they in Evil Knievel jumpers
Then they turning over Rovers like they want it with Hova
It's not about rich and po', nigga, it's about Rich

Cradle to the Grave

2Pac

Thug Life, Vol. 1

1994

to get ill and kinda buck wild
Pop pop, just like the part that's in my walk with street talk
I'm runnin' up the block in the dark where lead spark

Walls start closing in around you
My twins of evil
They shake you by the collarbone
And snap your rib cage
And broken bodies in a death rock

pompous, first they in Evil Knievel jumpers
Then they turning over Rovers like they want it with Hova
It's not about rich and po', nigga, it's about Rich

Bastard

Tyler, the Creator

Bastard

2009

Well, Tyler, hi, I'm Dr. Tc, and um, I'm guessing
That your teacher sent you here to talk 'cause you were misbehaving
Um, it's gonna be three sessions,

Yeah
Uh-huh
Beautiful evils
Yeah
Check me out

Crutches, crosses, caskets
Crutches, crosses, caskets
All I see is victims
My young niggas

alright
But this stupid bitch keep on testing me
I don't think I can see the light (god damn)
Cause I'm going evil, welcome to the dark
I'm done playing,

I'm a son of a poem 
And I live in a lyric
I was taught by a flow 
In a class with rhythm

Fell in love with the sound 
I only spoke of listening

I don't smoke gas, got my shit chrome
Keep a couple tabs, boy you went ghost
Pop a couple tags, baby I'm grown
Printer no fax, baldy with the dome

to this money, establish my name
Go grab me a Grammy, then pop some champagne
Then fuck on some bitches I don't know by name
Then repeat the whole cycle

Dont be extra
Read about it
Ya j silent
Ya j silent
I am 
He j poppin
Be a lion be bold
They can't pop it
Aye
Dont be extra
Read about it
Ya j silent

a little extra on the table

Pop- a question or two
Gotta find out which from several to choose from
Tell me your secrets the evil that you've done
It

by cops thinking it might be guns
And they pop squeezin', another life lost that just begun
But now he's done, not breathin'
And they just give y'all