In The Grips Of...
 

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it's a dead man's party...
leave your body at tha door...
stay down don't get up...
your now in tha grips of...
it's a dead man's party...
who could ask for more...
come underground with us...
your now in tha grips of...

battle me? it's not free... I charge an arm and ah knee/
got tha black market calling me for parts that they need/
I'm dark as tha sea and twice as evil on Halloween/
slicing you with knives and needles till yah holler and scream/
trip over a log in tha leaves, slide and fall in tha street/
think it's all ah dream... wake up and try tah walk with no feet/
no fingers to call tha police... no tongue... gargle your speech/
sounds of choking with your mouth open from swallowing teeth/
if you think I'm all about peace and loving... seek deeper/
cause that's seems like something I wouldn't believe either/
an evil creature straight out of myths and horror flicks/
monstrous... don't believe me??? listen to Apocalypse/
You're all in tha grips of... death, war, and army's...
stress, drugs, anarchy... sex, love, and party's...
hate, jealousy, envy... fate, destiny, and dreams...
ah way to escape pain mentally... and not tah mention... me...

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there's no new day after I beat you tah death with tha mic/
don't sleep or else I'll be in your dreams tha rest of your life/
every night yah weary eyes go closed I'll be spraying yah face/
till your taking ah years supply of no doze tah stay awake/
wait make it 8... just so you can say that yah played it safe/
but don't make tha mistake and hope for ah change of fate/
cause it ain't gonna change unless yah feel helpless and hurt/
and go do something stupid... like kill yourself first/
church bells and ah hearse... I'll tell yah tha rest tomorrow/
tonight it's ah dead man's party and your tha guest of honor/
so either get blessed ah martyr before tha end of this song/
or plead to stay alive longer and let tha legend live on...