Kreepin Thru Yo Hood

[Intro: D-Evil]
Yeah
Nineteen ninety motherfucking four
This is D-Evil from UNLV
You niggas better not sleep
'Cause if you sleep, then you slept
If you slept slept then we crept

[Verse 1]
Creepin’ through your house while we was creepin' through your hood
If we did we didn't if we can I bet we could
Get away with a killin’, watch the blood spillin'
Darkkk Lord preach this ghetto devil rap this death chillin'
Chillin' in a coffin that was twenty-four feet deep
Who really cares if I got gray hairs and I'm sleep
I can't sleep, I can't sleep
So what? I'ma slit, slit a motherfucker up
While I cut ’em up, cut ’em up, twelve bodies hangin'
I said no holy water and holy water started rainin’
Mеltin' like that bitch [?] going, going, gone
See ya later, alligator, 'causе we're restin’ [?]
It's time to wake up any prayin', night of the living dead
Got no love so we eat hearts instead
If I catch you then we caught you get away you got away
After a while, crocodile, catch you the next day
I told you that before, triple three times two, no lollygag
Should've listened to me, now you fit in your bodybag
I don't pray at night and go to church like you do
I'm a Satanist psychologic insane nigga and voodoo
Even though we think you're deaf and dead it's how we livin'
I went back to the coffin and Ghetto Devil is still chillin'
If you don't believe, then you should
But that's how it is when we creepin' through your hood

[Interlude]
*knock*
Hey, Tommy, hey, you answer the door, man
I answered it last time, come on
I'm watchin' television
Hey, who is it?
It's your motherfuckin' death notice, motherfucker
Who, hey, who is it?
Hey, man, it's those niggers again!
Oh shit! [?]
Fuck this shit, [?], bitch
Get 'em outta here, man, get 'em outta here!
This is your death notice, motherfucker
[?] come on, please, man, please [?]
*gunshots*

[Verse 2]
Creepin' through your hood, and I'm carryin' a dead man
I slice him and I dice him and I throw him in your garbage can
Why must a wicked wicked man like myself do
That wicked kind of shit, make you switch to the voodoo
The voodoo, the black magic, my magic's black
I'm rippin' out your heart just to push it to your back
And once I push it to your tonsils, I pull it out your nose
Strip ya naked and have sex, but that's the way love goes
When I grab you by the neck, twist it twist it 'til it crack
Take your legs, push 'em by your head, I'm just a necrophiliac
A crazy psychopath with a crazy psycho knife
Slit, chop, Ghetto Devil swing ya scythe
The scythe that I swing is laying there right between your brain
The cut stops in the middle of your spleen
The blade is a renegade, look at the damage that I made
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees in the shade without lemonade
I better survive death 'cause I'm deader than dead
Can you take this hollow point that makes your head redder than red?
If you don't believe, then you should, like I said I would
Take you out in a second, wait a minute, as I creep through your hood