House Of Krazees

Whatz Ya Pleasure

House Of Krazees


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)