House Of Krazees - Return Of The Madman lyrics

Bring ya down like Im a needle in a hay stack Tricks or Treat Return Im the funky a** Stinks from dead bodies Yo we party until our heads smash My nuts still hurt From Saggin and Draggin Laggin in the race Yo chase ended crashin Trigger to my house Go left To my bedroom Suddenly hear the screams Singing from the cell Dooms the day you pray Because Im commin for yo throat Im gonna hold ya like you trying to hold me Yeah ya know A Madman madbam madtime to see ya Who peeked through the peep holes I k** ya Blow up yo sh** And ya s**a b**h Don't make a move And get da fuk out of da House of Krazees grove Cuz I be at like crack to you skull with my hand Piss on the sheet its the return of da madman Second shout of the madman so whatcha wanna do I come correct and choke ya now victum One of the three man crew What to do You saw my face and know my name Its all the same I got the wounds I feel no pain Rules of the game Ruthless motherfuker like John Gotty I told ya about witching hour And how I love'ta burn da bodies Oh sh** man I think Im losing my mind Im one of the looniest mothafukas of all man kind I heard that k**as don't talk You know I ain't saying sh** Come take a motherf**ing walk with me b**h To my house b**h Cuz you know it's just around the corner Two shots to your dome mothafuker And your a gonna Never again dissay and the son of sand Keep a watch over ya back It's the return of the madman Return of the madman Back up in dat a** b**h you tought you could play the crew of lunatics My blood too thick and thin Will stain your thickest skin This is another confession to one of my wickest sins A graveyard check behind you loony We comming No time to stall them My best bet is to keep you running Your time is right for a grave digging So lets get busy My mind keeps screaming to run Yeah and it makes me dizzy Split my head in half Come and examine my brain See what my problem is Tell me what keeps driving me insane I wrote for Searching For Soul And it's a f**ing trip To see me grab my throat Slit and watch all the blood drip My evil spittin comes to though cuz im the chosen I keep them frozen Listen cuz I dug some rows and House of Krazees homies in the backstreets I tell no lie Just check up on da backstreets You lost your breath And Slowly you stop breathing You start screaming as I unless my demon In the lyrical jam sin of a madman Im so f**ing scary I huagh American Band Stand This is a man of dirt rubber and greed I got what you need My sh** is more potent then weed My ribs will bleed As I slowly bring you to your knees No need to stand Return of the madman