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