Artist: Redman
Album: Ill at Will Mixtape Vol. 1
Song: I Dead People
Typed by: soun042564 [bad word] 
[Verse 1: Redman]
Word is bond, Redman make the [bad word] I'm seeing dead pople creepin' on my [bad word] Piercing the ear [bad word]  how the [bad word] he do it?
Got little miniture Redmans, crawlin' into it, cause my
(Tactics is a tool, kids actin' like a fool)
That's what happens to students, when you keep 'em after school
I stay a wild child, beef, bring it like "Raow! Raow!"
My guns go boom, boom, while your guns go pow pow!
Still, I feel a chill, bumps in my body
The spirits of other [bad word] center party
Cause, you being, the man that I am
I'm awfully hunted by them guns with wide lens on the scope
Sucka, you miss, I'm a get my laugh on
You [bad word] around and woke up, with ya stash gone
How I spaz on niggaz is ugly
You got the game [bad word] up on makin' the money
See I don't say I'm thugged out, but I know my choice
Back up plans, got back up; if I blow my voice
That's why I'm Brick City, and what to put my niggaz on
To see us perform, we sellin' out at Ticket Tron
What I'm doing is wrong, but It lasts long
Yo, toast the niggaz that passed on
Get it while the gettin good, whole life in a grip
Cause when it's gone, that's it, that's it, that's it!
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I'm seeing dead people creepin on my [bad word] You win some, you lose some, but you [bad word] 
[Verse2: Redman] [bad word] on its [bad word] on)
Redman it's the war head; BOOM! [bad word] I don't die, I was born dead
Top of the mornin' to ya, I wake up like a born loser
The world is my Bermuda; Triangle and I'm lost in it
I'm hearin' voices saying "Red, the wanna put holes in ya authentic"
I walk among winners and I put out work, [bad word] (And I don't stop, until I squirt)
Haters hate on, you can tell the rest of the class
I can see the evil in you, through a masculine task
(Smoke the greenest grass) I live by the hand of god
That me, ya boys, or ya guns won't leave a scar
You niggaz too hard and not ready to scrap
Knowin' [bad word] well, ya moms raised you better than that
Redman the weirdo, I'm my own dirty clique
With 35 KO's [bad word] (I'll make it 36!)
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[Verse 3: Redman]
Thou shall not [bad word] with raw, Funk Docter
Takin' ya breath when I drop ya
I feel for you  [bad word] niggaz that try to test me)
You a waiteress set of an MC, check please
(I waited way too long) Now it's time to put Gilla on the map
Gilla on ya back, same Zombies, from Phila on attack
Niggaz want it back, Triggas on the map
Won't stop me, I'm not a quitter that's a rap
(If I was just broke you wouldn't notice me)
Ha, Ha, but look at the bright side my man
No body really planned to fail, you really failed the plan
Gotta keep the bomb like an Israeli hand
My music's killa, your's girlie; Scram!
I can hang out in the same place as my fans
Let 'em touch me, feel how far that I swam
Look in my eyes, ya noddin to sleep
It ain't a watch, as Eminem, providin the beat
That's why..
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