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May 12, 2002
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Some shit I wrote recently, I'm tryin to finish this shit up and then get a beat and rehearse with the homies, and then try to record some shit. But we'll see how that goes........if yall read my shit tell me what you think....

"The devil crept at midnight" *WcMalice*The Dub-C Devil*

Rumors is like bitches, I dont believe none of em, and this nigga Malice is from White Center, dont forget where you comin from, the odds aint good when Hoody Mafia who you goin 'gainst, I bet you can run from a bullet by hoppin over a fence, Dub-C leave niggas talkin bout you in the past tense, like "this nigga did this" or "that nigga pulled licks", but he got buried 3 years before he could get a gun in 2000 and 6, I split Vegas and lick neighbors, I do dirt on a daily basis, and if we gotta ride on you, believe me cuzz you wont see no faces, with no traces cuz I'm allergic to evidence, I been in the backseat of a CL with a blunt lit eversince,
I shit on niggas in they own set and dip back to the twomp-six, cuz you comin into MY neighborhood nigga is nonsenese, White Center's like Monopoly, nigga you shouldnt follow me, cuz motherfuckers do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars, these 15th ave niggas use calibers to pop these faggot's collars, land on my Boardwalk nigga and you get the basement, now I'm not tryin to have bloody chucks leave stains on the pavement.

(x2)
The Devil crept at midnight, we in tight, 4 deep in a seven-nina Cut,we ride fast, get high fast, chiefin a blunt, I dont got a license to drive nigga, but I got a license to kill, creep undetected, and resort to violence for scrill.

Leave bitches with toxic shock syndrome because of intercourse, if she struggles I'll leave more than 3 holes up in her corspe, but it gets worse, cuz this nigga Malice is out of his mind, and the devil took his body, and when I crept in my black clothes nobody spotted me, so I commenced to swerve back to my bedroom, in 3 hours or less they gonna discover somebody dead soon, left in a pine box with no head room, I'm a baby, the world is a titty, and I'm hungry tryin to eat, so I take a bite, and leave that titty bloody tryin to make ends meet, I'm sicc with no remedy, and they cant find a medicine, the police is my enemy, why they screamin "LET US IN!!"?, let em kick the door down, and get they brains bucked in, faggots act funny 'round Malice, mobbin with they chains tucked in, I aint even talkin shit, cuz really I'm fit to handle it, I'll be outside your window while you wit your bitch with some candles lit, douse the house with gasoline, before I strike the match, commit arson and double murder nigga, with no strings attached.

(x2)
The Devil crept at midnight, we in tight, 4 deep in a seven-nina Cut,we ride fast, get high fast, chiefin a blunt, I dont got a license to drive nigga, but I got a license to kill, creep undetected, and resort to violence for scrill.

You know where to find me (WHITE CENTER), you got funk come deal with it, but if I split your fuckin wig, believe me you gon' feel liquid, blood trickles down your face and falls to the ground, dont plan to scream cuz I got ways to prevent the sound, you better treat me with respect nigga, you talkin to a grown up, make a mistake and end up in the basement wit your asshole sewn shut, faggots dont even understand what doin dirt means, roll the fuckin dice, I'll let you live if you roll a 13, my name raises hair on the back of ya neck, from Highland Park to Palisades Hoody Mafia cracks on ya set, I take niggas manhood with nothin but a pocket knife, cuz I'm the typa nigga to kill 100 times and not get life, and I aint goin to prison, that shits not even an option, you might see me runnin from the crime scene, people yellin "somebody stop him!", back at my house I'm loadin shells before the suicide, one for the cops and one for me, so I'm loadin two inside, the Devil crept at midnight, but he couldnt make it past eighteen, fuck the Devil, if it wasnt for him my hands coulda stayed clean.

(x2)
The Devil crept at midnight, we in tight, 4 deep in a seven-nina Cut,we ride fast, get high fast, chiefin a blunt, I dont got a license to drive nigga, but I got a license to kill, creep undetected, and resort to violence for scrill.