Memphis memory garden 3

(Continuing Chorus:)
His wicked sense of humor
Suggests exciting sex
His fingers, they focus on her
Touches, He's Venus as a boy

Verse 1:
[?] Mane in this thang' gotta' get money havin' [?]
On that blow I go insane
Don’t make me grip the trigga' mane
I'm chiefin’ dough up on the track, slangin' crack like a [?]
Dwellin' in my shop of horrors, theres no turnin' back
Devil shit is what I do, evil shit is what I love
Knockin' on yo' door, prepare yo' self to eat these fuckin' slugs
These bullets in yo’ skull mane, why you tryna [?] up?
Take you to yo’ grave [?] all in the mud

Crucifix [?], under the moonlight
Stars are gazin' down upon on the knife
Prepare for a sacrifice
Torture Devices [?], this a crisis
You’ not ready for the violence
Krueger Rob and shoot, wildin'
Krueger make a witness [?]
Rollin' down [?] Avenue, I'm sniffin’ on that shit
Chiefin' High [?] , I steal, keep my pockets thick, I click, I'm quick to pop
A bitch, [?] Talkin' shit, just leave it to me, up in this shit
I swear, I had to finish quick