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Womb 2 Da Tomb

with me then I decapitate. 1 2 3, 4 5 6, this is master pycho with the tricks. Oh baby, there's plenty of room, Come and get sick with womb to the tomb

you Never was a friend Never clever As I was in this endever Never again trust a smile or grin From comin outta da womb To endin up in a tomb

fine tooth comb Or did He walk out of His tomb to His throne Was He God was He not Was He alive when they dropped Him in a tomb Did he swoon was He moved