House Of Krazees - Whatz Ya Pleasure lyrics

Whatz Ya Pleasure (x9) n***as die everyday So I give a f** Bad luck Too bad your f**ing homie got stuck he was a mark Punk a** n***a, 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 a** bullsh** The groove is potent so you might wanna take a hit Or kickity kick back and listen to the funky sh** That we kick 'cause the cult is on a roll And when we stop it, we leavin' with yo' soul k**in' n***a's like a pro 'cause i ain't a hoe on the raezel i packs the mad roll n***a's can't f** wit tha real sh** hell naw, keep yo' f**in ears open listen for hell's call E-X-P the motha f**in' grave digga Wig splitta Holla holla holla f** 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 n***a's ain't sh** '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 f** this fantasy trip bullsh** I'm 'bout to get loose up in that a**, b**h House of krazees, three deap for punk hoes the blood flows Straight out ya b**h 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 n***a's really wonder where a n***a 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 sh** 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 p**y, b**h My pleasure's yo pleasure, pleasure pain or gain Pleasure in my brain and so is the strange s**a slang, Bodies I creep, shh I gotta get em, gotta get em Sleep up under the bed so I can spin 'em, k** 'em My black boots, strapped to my double one inch I'll stomp yo' a** if you doubt this, trick f** this bullsh**, 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, b**h 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, b**h Alices and chains for beatin' tha predator Soul is the asylum, house of krazees is scarin' ya Brotha's livin' on d**h 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)