Fear No Evil lyrics

[Verse 1]
From the twitchin' of my thumb
Somethin' wicked this way comes
Throwin' bombs
It's the prince of darkness, anti-christ, come get you some
Crucial style crucifyin' killa from the sixth dimension
I'm takin' souls from hoes, claw up the competition
All in my mind is only evil thoughts and I'm the gatekeeper
To the path of terror to the rim of the grim reaper
As I resurrect and rise above my mortal stage
I see my fingers as they disappear, bein' replaced by razorblades
On 'a murder spree I killed off all them bast*rds starrin' at me
Brеakin' bad I'm breakin' bones and rollin' domes ain't got no mеrcy
'Cause I'm cursed, G
Always had the mites and thangs
Don't hate me, mane
All I wanna do is kill, chill and drink yo blood and thangs
Callin' me sick, that's your worst mistake
'Cause I won't hesitate to marinate
Chop you up and spread you 'cross my dinner plate
The cannibalistic n*gga Hollow Poynt, don't need no f*ckin' sequel
Lookin' Death straight in his eye, I bet you I don't fear no evil

[Verse 2]
I'm 'a product of 'a motherf*ckin' sub-human race
With a Chucky style grin 'cross my motherf*ckin' face
Catch 'a case if 'a n*gga try to start hoe sh*t
Biggity buck better duck 'cause I'm aimin' for yo head, trick
Traumatizin' no surprisin', Hollow Poynt the thriller mane
Closin' shop with my Glock c*cked just to kill 'a mane
Full'a that hay, pistol play like 'a child plays in mud
For the thug like myself and Dre leavin' f*ckin' slugs
In y'all chest, lay 'a deep rest for that sh*t y'all try
Try'n'a f*ck 'a playa from the Grove is a death ride
Homicide, Pistol Grip my roadie, hate y'all b*tches too
Runnin' dodgin' flaugin' ass cowards and they piru
f*ck you, you gon' catch 'a hot one too
Feel my wrath
Sixty six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo ass
In the past is yo life, in the wind that's me, friend
Kickin' it with the Big M.A.C.K. drinkin' Seagram's gin
That's my dog, he my folk, got his eyes on my back
Keepin' the gat, what's the password?
Call it Mossberg
On the curb is your body, Gotti style hit fool
Bleedin' from the laws, jumpin' walls, still lookin' smooth
Left 'a pool full of blood, left some tricks in disgrace
A.B.P. come f*ck with me, I increase the murder rate