Natas

[Intro]
Police say Tony was drinking with a nineteen-year-old friend
Smoking marijuana and listening to songs about suicide
When he killed himself
It's the third fatal case of teenage Russian Roulette this year

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[Verse 1: Mastamind]
Can't let the belly of the beast chew me up
I'd rather give ya indigestion
"Do you believe in God?" is the question
What the hell's going on? I smell something wrong
They wishing for death on me
Hope this wicketness don't last long
24/7 one more step away from Heaven
In my journey through Hell, the Devil got me bailin'
Fuck it, catch me if you can, kill me like a man
If I got my finger on the trigger, your life's in my hands
When I first came runnin' up on yo ass
What did you think I would do to you?
Boo, motherfucker, let my voodoo run through you
If yo eyes are blind, 666 is the sign
Stupid punks can't fuck with a Mastamind

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[Verse 2: T-N-T]
Police and preachers after me from state to state
Fuck the world, they find I fill it with nothing but hate
Prosecute me if they will, jury my visions is blurry
How many died from the rhymes I've crucified?
Nigga, it's alright if you die tonight
Superman don't understand I'm the kryptonite
Whether I'm dead or alive, how will I survive?
If you wanna meet God, tell me who wanna die
Nigga, don't be scared, just be prepared
Once the bullets hit my dome, I'll see you there
Heaven or Hell don't matter in the afterlife
'Cause we all gon' die, so no need to cry

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[Verse 3: Esham]
I'm comin' through, it's the crew with the voodoo
Fuck Jim Holley, I don't give a fuck what you do
You punk bitch, I'ma buck, buck ya body lay
And God don't fuck around this way
I'm comin' straight from the boondocks
I'm suicidal, or am I homicidal with the Glocks cocked?
I yell shells to the forehead
I scream Blaz4me and now ten suicidal dead
I recommend some psychiatric
If ya contemplating suicide, I'm down for the murder ride
I still do what I feel too
And I'm all the way real bitch, God's gonna kill you

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[Interlude]
Welcome to the unpleasant world of NATAS
The Detroit based rap band who've invented their own genre
Suicidalism

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[Outro]
It's basically a Satan in reverse, it is Satanic, it is Satanic
I don't care how you spell it, it's Satanic