Natas - I'm f**ing Up the Program lyrics

(Mastamind) f** the dumb sh**, this is what I come with Who wanna ride along wit me as I run sh**? Hoes play the back and get mack slapped n***as better know the fact that I'm strapped And I ain't havin that Don't temper with a maniac, cause he's zany, that's you for the k** Drop, duck, and kneel and get f**ed if you will In Detroit, I'm like a devil in hell Chillin' in the streets givin these fools the creeps Now it's time to roll down the Ave. with me Jump, joke and laugh with me, n***a I ain't happy You in my face, get out or get knocked out Pick up the album if you wanna know what I'm about Mastamind, demonic motherf**er The games master's in the b**h, playin these fools like s**as What the f**? Another ugly duck with no luck Rest in peace, with no beef you got f**ed like a s*ut Young punk, you ain't sh**, k** you in the chalk Dead bodies get dumped, so I bring the dead body funk Now they after me for my blasphamy But damn, I am what I am n***a, I'm f**in up the program (CHORUS) "f**in up sh**, and sh** but a k**in" "f**in up sh**, and sh** but a k**in" "f**in up sh**, and sh** but a k**in" "f**in up sh**, and sh** but a k**in" (TNT) Motherf**in up the program, f**in up your industry n***as on my dick, but they ain't no f**in friend to me n***as ain't no kin to me, ain't got no love for 'em f** that b**h, Nina, cause I gotta slug nose for her Boom, boom, boom, on that a** till ya drop kid k**a k**a cop, cause I want that f**in cop k**ed Mommy, mommy, mommy, why does TNT have a bomb? Why does he roll with Mastamind and Esham? Blood's on my hands, I think I k**ed a man, damn Wasn't in the plan I ran, cause I'm f**in up, f**in up the program (CHORUS) (Esham) f**in up the program call me the Son of Sam The unholy black devil n***a, that's who I am When I speak this blasphamy, blasphamy's what I'm speakin My suicidal recital, so vital minds weaken My Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde a suicide I drive you to suicide, so come along for the murder ride 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6 Here comes the voodoo child to crucifix the mix I f**edadid up the program, wha-da-da-dang ya I'm a f**in head banga So tell me why you fear what you hear Mr. k** the fetus is back, black I told you last year Murder me man, sh** God damn you better murder murder me man Cause I'm f**in up the program