| Peek-a-boo, I see you
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| Aw, what’s the matter? |
| You don’t love me anymore?
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| Peek-a-boo niggas, yeah, I see you
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| Big Krizz Kaliko, baby
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| Kali baby, Twiztid, Prozak, yeah
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| Strange Music and Psychopathic holdin' down the underground still
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| Like this…
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| It ain’t over when you think it’s exonerated, gonna hate it
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| It’s all on sight, and you think I ain’t the type, right
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| And Christmas ain’t enough to make Krizz miss
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| Hit 'em in the middle of em turn em into Swiss Miss, this
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| Too hard to turn back when it’s irreconcilable
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| Tempers is volatile when you feel you got violence all bottled up
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| I’mma sum it up, I’mma change my angle from an angel to getting niggas running
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| up
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| Ain’t a gangsta, or soldier but thanks to ignorant niggas
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| Now I got a chip on my shoulder
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| It started when the, 80's, baby went, crazy
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| Maybe been, Hades, but I’m heaven sent
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| See it on my face I’m a saint, that don’t mean I can’t
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| Go real hard in the paint
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| My mind, at a place but with medicine
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| I’ll be much better in a week or two, if not peek-a-boo
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| Peek-a-boo, I see you, tell me what you’re gonna do
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| Peek-a-boo, you see me, standing right in front of you
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| (I SEE YOU!)
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| Peek-a-boo, I see you. |
| Now it comes right back to you
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| Peek-a-boo, Okay, go, no, I won’t let you in for!
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| (I SEE YOU!)
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| Yo, some say my candle burns at both ends
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| Insanity in my brain stems
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| I think these are the reasons I have no friends
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| You begin to choke and, ya blood get soaked in
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| I’ll leave ya dizzy like that bitch Lindsey Lohan
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| There ain’t no hope man, go straight to the throat, damn!
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| Prozak and Kaliko, Twiztid, here come the horsemen
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| Always stay renegade, the solo killa
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| Warfare gorilla, Hitchcock, they call me Prozilla
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| So peep the promise cause lyrics so diabolical
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| I’ll leave ya brain matter splattered with hair follicles
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| Behold the prophecies before I am done
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| I shall leave a wake of destruction and follow the sun
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| All hail the ominous one, who went to prom with a gun
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| And now they’re screaming and running, but now it’s time for the fun
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| Careful never to cross a man when you don’t know what he going through
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| Prozak, Psychopath, bitch, peek-a-boo
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| Peek-a-boo, I see you, tell me what you’re gonna do
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| Peek-a-boo, you see me, standing right in front of you
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| (I SEE YOU!)
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| Peek-a-boo, I see you. |
| Now it comes right back to you
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| Peek-a-boo, Okay, go, no, I won’t let you in for!
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| (I SEE YOU!)
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| I’m sicker than most folks who say they mind twisted
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| Like chrome and goatspokes, pop hoes like No Doz
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| I’m hunting motherfuckers down in nightmares
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| Prepare for the chance that I’m there and get your life spared
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| Fight fair? |
| Never, not me, fuck with the wrong cat
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| Watch the big dog flee
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| I’m bad news like teen pregnancy
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| And you know the second you say some shit about me
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| No I’m not a bottom feeder (never!)
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| Bring the Grim Reaper to the nonbeliever
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| Tell 'em death wanna meet ya
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| (Here we Go) Ferocious
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| The Earth die screaming invaded
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| By cockroaches and screw-fly demons
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| (I see you)
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| Homicidal, I’m carving a final draft
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| Big names with X’s through 'em scribbled in my notepad
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| Cross 'em out and trace 'em like silhouettes
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| And leave 'em bloodied and dismembered so nobody ever forgets
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| (I see you)
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| Peek-a-boo, I see you, tell me what you’re gonna do
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| Peek-a-boo, you see me, standing right in front of you
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| (I SEE YOU!)
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| Peek-a-boo, I see you. |
| Now it comes right back to you
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| Peek-a-boo, Okay, go, no, I won’t let you in for!
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| (I SEE YOU!) |