Tonart: Bb major
Verse 1
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A tisket, a tasket, a bloody,
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bloody basket
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Cut his head and ate his leg,
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A tisket, a tasket, N- I-
P and dope he did it
He tried to get smart so we
ripped out his heart
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Cooked it and we split it
Verse 2
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Sick in the head, bloodshed in a ant bed
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You want a new leg? Give
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me some needle and thread
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Em
So I can sew you one - 'cause
My horoscope said I'ma die
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G
in 20 minutes
Ganksta N- I- P - I'm worse than Freddie
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You can't kill me 'cause I'm
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Em
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dead already
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Egypt E is the motherfucking
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After 12 o'clock my blood turns hot pink
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Nah, you weak- ass hoes can't [???]
A thousand dead cut- up elephant
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s in my luggage
Em
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Fuck with a psycho,
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you end up dead
Those who didn't live,
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drowned in a turtle's head
A twelve gauge is my only protection
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Every bullet shot has a different infection
Woke up this morning with
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G
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a dead dog on me
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So I thought, "Huh - baloney!"
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If a nigga run up I don't
Fuck around and find his ass somewhere
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G
Em
dead in some sticker bushes
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Mess with N- I- P you must be tired of livin
If you want to live,
your ass better beg
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People say I'm crazy 'cause
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I go with a cow's leg
I kick like Bruce
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I want to and I'm gonna trade heads
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with a moose
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Ganksta N- I- P with the psycho voice
Some say I'm insane 'cause
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Em
It's Christmas time
A dead pig's head makes
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a good- ass Christmas tree
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Kill a nigga for a measly- ass nickel
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Frozen blood on a stick,
equals strawberry popsicles
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your Black neck bend
Dead men, making rounds
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cutting throats with a violin
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I ain't gon' lie I feel like killin' my niece
A bird's leg woke up dead with
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his head in some fish grease
Em
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Ten died yesterday, ten just died
Ten died today - now this foot
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ball's on layaway
You said I was weak, yeah,
point blank told me
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Tied a needle to my dick then my
grandmother rode me
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It ain't another nigga in
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this world can match this
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I feel like swimmin' in rat piss
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Fuck with N- I- P - I ain't no actor
My twelve daughters died from
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talking shit to a tractor
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Em
I'm getting pissed from
Barely snapped my fingers
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and Jupiter blew up!
Hoes, they love me, they say I'm a pleaser
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I woke up dead in a cat's leg
screaming "Caesar!"
Quick to break your motherfuckin' spine
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A dead goat got pregnant
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Ganksta N- I- P - I'm down
with the Mob
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Cuttin' off heads was my last
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Em
year's Summer job
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Blame it on TV - then put it on the map
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G
This is a horror movie rap
Verse 3
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A tisket, a tasket, you
ain't gon' believe me
E
It ain't N- I- P's fault that
he got crazy thoughts
Blame it on the TV
A tisket, a tasket, you might think I'm sick
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If you don't like what I write,
you can suck my di- ick
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Bitch!
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