Wages Of Sin

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Yo, Bushwick Bill in the motherfuckin' house 69 Ville, straight mobbin' this true black Got my back, Lil J, 5th Ward Texas Wait 'til they get a load of me Oh shit, I woke up on the wrong side of bed today Lookin' for some homo sapiens to slay Lost in panic thoughts Frantic killas constantly now I'm sought Wanted, but I give a fuck, fool, I'm the hunter not the hunted Bushwick the name, ghetto boy executioner Terminator, murder revolutioner Street stalker, causer of metamorphosis Late night rapes, bodies found in a forest No clues left behind, the fool from the dark side Continuous killings, many unsolved homicides No ordinary kid, got a top with no lipos Kidnap his child, likely permanently disposed The controversy revolves around Bushwick the Hacksaw Command plan slayings with no flaws When death knocks on your door and wants to come in Time to pay up, motherfuckers, these are the wages of sin Yo, Vel, tell these niggas what the Wages of sin is out here in Oaktown 69 Ville in the house I been starin' at death ever since I was a youth The wages of sin never said I was bulletproof 'Cause I'm a killer, no doubt, so I don't front I get visions of niggas bein' shipped to the morgue truck I get specific when I go on a mission I get straight to the point just like a head-on collision Decisions I always make before I blast a motherfucker Boom, boom, boom, another Brother put to sleep real quick 'cause I don't play I do this shit for many hours a day, so hey So visualize the fact I'm too swift I'm down with Young Zee, Bushwick, and Ganksta Nip So in this battle, bitch, you won't never win These are the wages of sin Think about it, motherfucker And listen up to my partner from South Park, Ganksta Nip Kick some of that psychotic shit for they ass Psychotic thoughts, vision death in my head Blood from a bulldog's left leg Terribly crazy, take none from a bitch Satanic switch left two dead in a ditch Mental illusions, spirit blood better beat it If I see a dead head, my first mind is to eat it A killing hotel makes the devil shout A human checks in but a corpse checks out A lyrical wizard, rhymes good like a manwich Arms, legs, mm, society sandwich Man from Atlantis doin' South Park crimes Every other day, Triple Sicx dies fifty times One plus one equals two legs and a hat Two plus two equals four heads and a black cat Savage beast with no meat in my chin Death is the wages of sin, bitch Now it comes to the motherfuckin' payoff My nigga Zee is the devil, so devil speak Deranged thoughts fill my head as I lay in bed Satanic killings brings misery and dread Pentagram symbol branded in my right palm Silence is wisdom, insane, but I remain calm Mental seance determines soul of a vulture Chained down, I'm abasin', prepare for physical torture Caucasians and Asians all join my congregation Satan persuasion, now stand for the termination I walk with the cypher, standing firm, molding paths Sacrificing souls, swingin' bold with an axe Attempt to apprehend, proceed with caution Late walks and stalks leads to murders often Feel the pressure stabbed from my hellbound pitchfork Walk down the path of Satan, come on and come forth Once you begin, you must sin, but do comprehend You're accounted for your actions, the wages of sin Listen up, my brothers and sisters Look, listen, observe We're all out here workin' hard under the sun Tryna make it the best way we know how But all we're workin' towards is death And these are the wages of sin