Bushwick Bill - Wages of Sin lyrics

[Bushwick Bill] Yo! Bushwick Bill in the mothaf**ing house... 69 Vill straight mobbing... Tru Black got my back...Lil J...5th Ward Texas... Wait till they get a load of me... Ooh sh**, I woke up on the wrong side of bed today Looking for some h*mo sapiens to slay Lost in panic thoughts, frantic k**ings now I'm sought But I give a f**, fool, I'm the hunter not the hunted Bushwick's the name, Geto Boy executioner Terminator, murder revolutioner Street stalker cause of a metamorphosis Late night rapes, bodies found in the forest No clues left behind, a fool from the dark side Continious k**ings, many unsolved homicides No ordinary kid got a top of no ????? Kidnapped his kid like permanently dispossessed The controversy falls around Bushwick the Hacksaw Command planned slayings with no flaws... When d**h knocks on your door And wants to come in, time to pay up, motherf**ers These are the wages of sin... Yo, Vell, tell these n***as What the wages of sin is out here in Oaktown... 69 Vill in the house... [Vell] I've been stairing to d**h ever since I was a youth The wages of sin never said I was bullet proof Cause I'm a k**er, no doubt, so don't front I get visions of n***as being shipped to a morgue truck I get specific when I go on a mission I get straight to the point like the head of Coalition, decisions... Always make me for a blast a motherf**er Boom, boom, boom, anotha... Brother put to sleep real quick cause I don't play I do this sh** for many hours a day, so hey! So visualize the fact: I'm too swift I'm down with young Seag, Bushwick and Ganksta Nip So in this battle, b**h, you won't never win These are the wages of sin... Think about it, motherf**er And listen up to my partner from South Park... Ganksta Nip, kick some of that psychotic sh** for their a**es... [Ganksta Nip] Psychotic thoughts, vision dead in my head Bloooood from a bulldog's left leg Terribly crazy, take none from a b**h Satanic switch left 2 dead in the ditch Mental illusions, spirit blood better be it If I see a dead head my first mind is to eat it A k**ing in hotel makes the Devil shout A human checks in but a corpse checks out A Lyrical wizard, rhyme sk**s like a mad witch Arms, legs, hmmmm, a society sandwich Man from Atlantis doing South Park crimes Every other day Triple-6 dies 50 times 1 plus 1 equals two legs and a hat 2 plus 2 equals 4 heads on a black cat Savage beast with no meat in my chin d**h is the wages of sin, b**h... Now we comes to the mothaf**ing pay off... My n***a Seag is the Devil so Devil speak... [Seagram] Deranged thoughts fill my head as I lay in bed Satanic k**ings brings misery and dread Pentagram symbol printed in my right palm Silence is wisdom and sane but I remain calm Mental ????? ????? ????? ????? ????? Chained down in my basement for a pathophysical torture Caucasians and asians are joining my concentration Satan persuaded outstanding termination... For moding path, sacraficing souls, swinging bold with an axe I attempt to apprehend but she was cautious Late walks and stalks leaves the murders often k**ed the person, stabbed from my hellbound pitchfork Walked on the path of Satan, come on and come forth What's ya began? You are my sin but to comprehend... You are counted for your actions, the wages of sin... [Bushwick Bill] Listen up my brothas and sistas...Look, listen, observe... We are all out here working hard under the sun... Trying to make it the best way we know how But all we working is towards d**h... And these are the wages of sin...