Whatz Ya Pleasure

Niggas die everyday

So I give a fuck

Bad luck

Too bad your fucking homie got stuck

he was a mark

Punk ass nigga, what you wanna do

Try your luck and you'll sing a dead man's groove

So smooth that it makes you want to slit your wrists

From listenin to all that wacked ass bullshit

The groove is potent so you might wanna take a hit

Or kickity kick back and listen to the funky shit

That we kick 'cause the cult is on a roll

And when we stop it, we leavin' with yo' soul

killin' nigga's like a pro 'cause i ain't a hoe

on the raezel i packs the mad roll

Nigga's can't fuck wit tha real shit

hell naw, keep yo' fuckin ears open

listen for hell's call

E-X-P the motha fuckin' grave digga Wig splitta

Holla holla holla fuck ya figure

Whatz ya pleasure, I like pain

Pain's my game, I'm insane

Call me deranged, it's all the same

Watch ya body burn, from the flame

Smell the smoke

Runnin' from the madness

Nigga's ain't shit 'cause they all wish they had this

Nack for a insanity, still you wanna battle me

I'll bag your body up and leave you burried in an alley, g

Fuck this fantasy trip bullshit

I'm 'bout to get loose up in that ass, bitch

House of krazees, three deap for punk hoes the blood flows

Straight out ya bitch noose

Takin' no shorts, in nine trè

So check me, tossin' up threats see

So punk, respect me

Loungin' and maxin', chillin' with an accent

Nigga's really wonder where a nigga be relaxin'

Sixteen back, My last one was off by attack, son

It's the new hit, Whatz ya pleasure

Man, you want some

Take a taste, sample this quick If you will

Do it, this shit is so potent

I'll drive your brain through your noose

You knew it, know when to say when

Some say that they don't like my spit

From my lyrics are taggin' ears like a pussy, bitch

My pleasure's yo pleasure, pleasure pain or gain

Pleasure in my brain and so is the strange

Sucka slang, Bodies I creep, shh

I gotta get em, gotta get em

Sleep up under the bed so I can spin 'em, kill 'em

My black boots, strapped to my double one inch

I'll stomp yo' ass if you doubt this, trick

Fuck this bullshit, I know you want what I got

I know you want what I get

Well let me split my wig, so you can take it, bitch

Now ya dead 'cause the otha's want my spot

Ya' fightin' off fiends, screams

And Michael Myers on my jock

Well well, look at ya shakin, now ya face is now fearin' me

I get's too funky, just check the drum beat

I'll 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 dash the J,

know's of the game we play

Dirty lead tha way, never say ish can't play

There's no ish, one way, go by the tape, bitch

Alices and chains for beatin' tha predator

Soul is the asylum, house of krazees is scarin' ya

Brotha's livin' on death row life is really real like

How do ya cope with tha reality's of fright night

If thatz ya pleasure, if thatz ya pleasure

If thatz ya pleasure then deal wit it

Whatz Ya Pleasure (x6)