Whatz Ya Pleasure (x9)      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)