(voice)   The year is 1994. Black Market Records, 2001 Records, and Doomsday Productions combine forces to create your favorite click.Make way for the hounds of the underground.   Feel the fury.   hahahahahahaha               i put my hands in my pocket       they jingle cuz they full of change      and sometimes being broke make      your father straight      but i got a better grip on myself      so i avoid being played short like      an elf      bust a side bust her in the head      then watch all of yoke come runnin      out his egg      im tryin to stack the grips that      dont let me hit this dick      cuz if i hit this dick ima shoot      me a bitch      fuck it(inhale,cough), bang bang,      5 minutes later the cops came      im settin up shop for the black      market      so if i aim at your mark ass you a      target      told you that i come, but i came       insane      though im bay still killas       scramblin the niggas brains      if you gotta go we gotta go i like       the 6'4       im pullin GTA's it aint yours no       more      then i tell em to strip it down      and leave nothing but the frame      then im gon' sell my cousin the      gold thangs      cop a burn and turn it over like a       flapjack      mo money mo money for black market            on the black market, yeah x4                  creepin, move with swiftness in       the dark      there aint no stoppin once a nigga      start      it aint nothin new,up under the      sun for days and days      under the moon is where i was born      and raised      and doomed for life, nigga this aint no      daylife      i love it murderin mothafuckas in the night      and deuced up ready to make his       mark underground target      hooked up with black market      now peep this      shit gets deeper and deeper, the       doomstown grim reaper and P-I-T      platinum, Mr Dr. Lynch Hung      we do yo ass in good just for fun      15 inches in yo ass bitch       take it and love it but i aint talkin bout no dick      14 suns and moons somthin you can assume      that on the 15th marks my day for doom      buck em and fuck em with doomsday productions      eat clips and trip if i catch you fuckin with my grip      you find your ass dead in a graveyard       and ima continue on my way            well if you see me chewin baby guts lowk      would ya choke       i vomit when that teflon pierced that babys throat      peep me eatin dead cock u trip cuz eatin dead pussy clit      i make ya sick but its that season so my reason is legit      im havin fits, i dream of eatin bloody pussy clits since i was 6      i fiend for dead pussy on my dick       i got the skits meanin i dont give a fuck about yo biatch      that nigga thats from the block killin up that cock so nigga..shiat      baby barbeque ribs and guts and uh      dont make me get the deep fryin baby nuts, sluts      get ate out like a dank and crooked teeth hurt      i pulled that tampax string out and straight couldnt work      it wouldnt work without that sicc      so page a nigga quick so i can serve you some of that shit      and have you murderin your bitch violently      ive been key for 20 minutes and feel like killin on that nilla nilla      its that infant killa      aint the bitch mr doc D double O M      in hella heat       niggas im gone, i need another dose of human meat      i lift the creed, and black market death by the scene      as that nigga nigga that 9 millimeter to fucks you in yo sleep            we on the black market yeahh x4                  you let yo eyes upon my fo-fo      and notice every curve and my strap      as the tears roll down      flash of life as you fade to black      if that gat wasnt all up in yo face      reminese of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo faith      replaced, take it down to the south      get deep, think of moms at yo funeral broken, all of yo family      its kinda crazy you could lose all of these things so quick      and whats worse, nigga shot ya for the fuck of it, yeah!      never knew id be the one to have you back on my hand      back with the fo-fo mag!      that niggas life wont last      keep listening while i gotta get ya from yo right to ya throat      dig that nail in ya neck watch ya bitch ass choke      no hope no joke im safe from pain all day      all im askin for your mothafuckin grip in exchange      one to the brain in the throat, out the skull       from the big chrome gat, peeled cat release yourself      now ya niggas know      one more dead mothafucka on the street from the Mr doc      Locc straight to the brain with sicc ideas with black market      death murder when they suck