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Whatz Ya (x9)

Niggas die
So I a fuck
Bad
Too bad your fucking homie got
he was a
Punk ass nigga, you wanna do
Try your luck and you'll sing a dead groove
So smooth that it you want to slit your wrists
From listenin to all that wacked ass
The groove is so you might wanna take a hit
Or kickity kick back and listen to the shit
That we kick 'cause the is on a roll
And when we it, we leavin' with yo' soul
killin' nigga's a pro 'cause i ain't a hoe
on the raezel i the mad roll

Nigga's can't fuck wit tha real
hell naw, keep yo' fuckin ears
listen for hell's
E-X-P the fuckin' grave digga Wig splitta
holla holla fuck ya figure
Whatz ya pleasure, I like
Pain's my game, I'm
me deranged, it's all the same
Watch ya body burn, from the
Smell the
Runnin' the madness
ain't shit 'cause they all wish they had this
Nack for a insanity, you wanna battle me
bag your body up and leave you burried in an alley, g
Fuck fantasy trip bullshit
I'm 'bout to get loose up in ass, bitch
House of krazees, three deap for punk hoes the flows
out ya bitch noose
Takin' no shorts, in nine
So check me, tossin' up see
So punk, me
and maxin', chillin' with an accent
Nigga's really wonder a nigga be relaxin'

back, My last one was off by attack, son
It's the new hit, Whatz ya
Man, you want
Take a taste, sample this If you will
Do it, this shit is so
I'll drive your brain your noose
You knew it, know to say when
Some say that they don't like my
my lyrics are taggin' ears like a pussy, bitch
My pleasure's yo pleasure, pleasure pain or
Pleasure in my and so is the strange
slang, Bodies I creep, shh
I gotta get em, get em
Sleep up under the bed so I can spin 'em, 'em
My black boots, strapped to my one inch
stomp yo' ass if you doubt this, trick
Fuck bullshit, I know you want what I got
I you want what I get
Well let me my wig, so you can take it, bitch
Now ya 'cause the otha's want my spot
Ya' off fiends, screams
And Myers on my jock
Well well, look at ya shakin, now ya face is now me
I get's too funky, just the drum beat
slash ya monkey, I smell the crazy
They're comin' to take me, and waste me E to the X P B to the I G the J,
of the game we play
Dirty tha way, never say ish can't play
There's no ish, one way, go by the tape,
Alices and for beatin' tha predator
Soul is the asylum, house of krazees is ya
Brotha's on death row life is really real like
How do ya cope tha reality's of fright night
If thatz ya pleasure, if thatz ya
If thatz ya then deal wit it

Whatz Ya (x6)