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Whatz Ya (x9)

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

Nigga's can't fuck wit tha shit
naw, keep yo' fuckin ears open
listen for call
the motha fuckin' grave digga Wig splitta
Holla holla fuck ya figure
ya pleasure, I like pain
Pain's my game, I'm
Call me deranged, all the same
Watch ya burn, from the flame
the smoke
Runnin' from the
Nigga's ain't shit 'cause all wish they had this
Nack for a insanity, you wanna battle me
I'll bag your up and leave you burried in an alley, g
this fantasy trip bullshit
I'm 'bout to get loose up in ass, bitch
House of krazees, three deap for punk hoes the blood
Straight out ya bitch
Takin' no shorts, in trè
So check me, tossin' up see
So punk, me
Loungin' and maxin', chillin' an accent
Nigga's really where a nigga be relaxin'

back, My last one was off by attack, son
It's the new hit, Whatz ya
Man, you some
Take a taste, this quick If you will
Do it, shit is so potent
I'll drive brain through your noose
You knew it, know to say when
Some say they don't like my spit
From my are taggin' ears like 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 'em, kill 'em
My black boots, to my double one inch
I'll yo' ass if you doubt this, trick
Fuck this bullshit, I you want what I got
I know you what I get
Well let me split my wig, so you can it, bitch
Now ya 'cause the otha's want my spot
Ya' off fiends, screams
And Myers on my jock
Well well, at ya shakin, now ya face is now fearin' me
I get's too funky, just check the beat
slash ya monkey, I smell the crazy
They're comin' to me, and waste me E to the X P B to the I G dash the J,
of the game we play
Dirty lead tha way, say ish can't play
There's no ish, one way, go by the tape,
and chains for beatin' tha predator
Soul is the asylum, house of is scarin' ya
livin' on death row life is really real like
How do ya cope tha reality's of fright night
If ya pleasure, if thatz ya pleasure
If thatz ya then deal wit it

Ya Pleasure (x6)