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Whatz Ya (x9)

die everyday
So I a fuck
Bad
Too bad your fucking homie got
he was a
ass nigga, what you wanna do
Try your luck and you'll sing a dead groove
So smooth that it makes you want to slit your
From to all that wacked ass bullshit
The groove is potent so you might take a hit
Or kickity back and listen to the funky shit
That we kick the cult is on a roll
And when we stop it, we with yo' soul
killin' nigga's like a pro 'cause i a hoe
on the i packs the mad roll

Nigga's can't fuck wit tha shit
naw, keep yo' fuckin ears open
listen for hell's
E-X-P the motha fuckin' digga Wig splitta
Holla holla holla 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
the smoke
Runnin' the madness
Nigga's shit 'cause they all wish they had this
for a insanity, still you wanna battle me
I'll bag your up and leave you burried in an alley, g
Fuck this fantasy bullshit
I'm 'bout to get loose up in that ass,
House of krazees, three deap for punk hoes the blood
Straight out ya noose
Takin' no shorts, in nine
So check me, up threats see
So punk, me
and maxin', chillin' with an accent
Nigga's really wonder where a nigga be

back, My last one was off by attack, son
It's the new hit, ya pleasure
Man, you some
Take a taste, this quick If you will
Do it, this shit is so
I'll drive your through your noose
You knew it, 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 or gain
in my brain and so is the strange
Sucka slang, I creep, shh
I gotta get em, get em
Sleep up under the bed so I can spin 'em, 'em
My boots, strapped to my double one inch
stomp yo' ass if you doubt this, trick
Fuck this bullshit, I know you want I got
I know you want I get
Well let me split my wig, so you can take it,
Now ya dead 'cause the otha's my spot
Ya' off fiends, screams
And Michael Myers on my
Well well, look at ya shakin, now ya face is now me
I too funky, just check the drum beat
slash ya monkey, I smell the crazy
They're to take me, and waste me E to the X P B to the I G dash the J,
know's of the we play
Dirty lead tha way, say ish can't play
There's no ish, one way, go by the tape,
Alices and chains for beatin' tha
is the asylum, house of krazees is scarin' ya
Brotha's livin' on death row is really real like
How do ya cope with tha reality's of fright
If thatz ya pleasure, if thatz ya
If ya pleasure then deal wit it

Ya Pleasure (x6)