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Whatz Ya (x9)

Niggas die
So I a fuck
Bad
Too bad your fucking got stuck
he was a
ass nigga, what you wanna do
Try your luck and sing a dead man's groove
So smooth that it makes you want to your wrists
listenin to all that wacked ass bullshit
The groove is potent so you wanna take a hit
Or kickity back and listen to the funky shit
That we 'cause the cult is on a roll
And when we it, we leavin' with yo' soul
killin' nigga's like a pro i ain't a hoe
on the i packs the mad roll

Nigga's fuck wit tha real shit
hell naw, yo' fuckin ears open
for hell's call
E-X-P the motha fuckin' grave digga Wig
holla holla fuck ya figure
Whatz ya pleasure, I pain
my game, I'm insane
Call me deranged, it's all the
Watch ya body burn, the flame
Smell the
Runnin' the madness
Nigga's ain't 'cause they all wish 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 bullshit
I'm 'bout to get loose up in ass, bitch
House of krazees, three for punk hoes the blood flows
Straight out ya bitch
Takin' no shorts, in trè
So check me, up threats see
So punk, me
Loungin' and maxin', chillin' with an
really wonder where a nigga be relaxin'

Sixteen back, My one was off by attack, son
It's the new hit, Whatz ya
Man, you want
Take a taste, this quick If you will
Do it, this is so potent
I'll drive your brain your noose
You knew it, know to say when
Some say that don't like my spit
From my lyrics are ears like a pussy, bitch
My pleasure's yo pleasure, pleasure pain or
Pleasure in my 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, strapped to my double one
I'll stomp yo' ass if you doubt this,
this bullshit, I know you want what 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 want my
Ya' fightin' off fiends,
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 beat
I'll slash ya monkey, I smell the
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, never say ish play
no ish, one way, go by the tape, bitch
Alices and chains for tha predator
Soul is the asylum, of krazees is scarin' ya
Brotha's livin' on death row is really real like
How do ya cope with tha of fright night
If thatz ya pleasure, if ya pleasure
If ya pleasure then deal wit it

Ya Pleasure (x6)