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The Hitchcock Of Hip-hop

(Now who are you) I'm the Alfred Hitchcock of hip hop
(No you're not) Don't believe me, just wait 'til my shit drops
(Thought you knew) Tell sick stories with a suspense plot
(Come and watch) Even Edgar Allen Poe would say my shit's hot
Hello ladies and gentlemen and good evening
You're about to witness the sickest thing ever breathing
There's no need to keep pinching yourself, you ain't dreaming
Someone please shut that bitch up in the back who's screaming
Some people will tell you I'm half angel, plus demon
Who's purpose is to stalk the earth for gothic reasons
Must've curse at birth for what it's worth, they pulled a heathen
I think them a stigmata, so my hands are breathing
The devil sends his regards and seasons greetings
For those who don't believe in god, he'll be meeting
Your life will cease, so rest in peace, your soul is leaving
For eternity, burning, begging and pleading
(Now who are you) I'm the Alfred Hitchcock of hip hop
(No you're not) Don't believe me, just wait 'til my shit drops
(Thought you knew) Tell sick stories with a suspense plot