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Whatz Ya (x9)

die everyday
So I a fuck
Bad
Too bad fucking homie got stuck
he was a
Punk ass nigga, you wanna do
Try your and you'll sing a dead man's groove
So that it makes you want to slit your wrists
From listenin to all that ass bullshit
The groove is potent so you might wanna a hit
Or kickity back and listen to the funky shit
we kick 'cause the cult is on a roll
And when we stop it, we leavin' with yo'
killin' like a pro 'cause i ain't a hoe
on the raezel i the mad roll

Nigga's fuck wit tha real shit
hell naw, keep yo' ears open
listen for call
E-X-P the motha grave digga Wig splitta
Holla holla fuck ya figure
Whatz ya pleasure, I pain
Pain's my game, I'm
Call me deranged, all the same
Watch ya body burn, the flame
the smoke
Runnin' from the
Nigga's ain't shit 'cause they all they had this
for a insanity, still you wanna battle me
I'll bag body up and leave you burried in an alley, g
Fuck this fantasy trip
I'm 'bout to get loose up in that ass,
House of krazees, three deap for punk hoes the flows
Straight out ya bitch
Takin' no shorts, in nine
So check me, up threats see
So punk, me
Loungin' and maxin', with an accent
Nigga's really wonder a nigga be relaxin'

Sixteen back, My one was off by attack, son
the new hit, Whatz ya pleasure
Man, you some
a taste, sample this quick If you will
Do it, shit is so potent
I'll drive your brain through your
You it, know when to say when
Some say they don't like my spit
From my lyrics are taggin' ears a pussy, bitch
My pleasure's yo pleasure, pleasure pain or
in my brain and so is the strange
Sucka slang, I creep, shh
I get em, gotta get em
up under the bed so I can spin 'em, kill 'em
My black boots, to my double one inch
I'll stomp yo' ass if you this, trick
Fuck this bullshit, I you want what I got
I know you what I get
Well let me my wig, so you can take it, bitch
Now ya dead 'cause the otha's want my
Ya' off fiends, screams
And Myers on my jock
well, look at ya shakin, now ya face is now fearin' me
I get's too funky, just check the drum
I'll 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,
know's of the game we
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, of krazees is scarin' ya
Brotha's livin' on death row life is real like
How do ya cope with tha of fright night
If thatz ya pleasure, if thatz ya
If ya pleasure then deal wit it

Ya Pleasure (x6)