Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam
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'Bout to peel a cop wit my chrome
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Drop the dues and now you know me, but who knows me
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Sown up they fucking eyes so they can't see
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Niggas know me for being fake but then I step to em
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And give 'em a plate just for old times sake
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Never been a bitch, don't wanna be one
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Any nigga can talk shit, when packing a gun
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But the mack always stays true to the self
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And you need to put your wack shit back up on the shelf
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'Cause I'm a mad man, nothing but the mad man
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Fuck the mad man, lunatic, psycho, Son of Sam
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Niggas think that they mack because they diss
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Anymore more niggas diss, I'ma get pissed
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And drop a voodoo hex on that ass
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Feel my wrath, burning suckers with the glass
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Let the black magic get me by
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I make the evil rain fall from the bright sunny sky
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Know as a fucker, but please don't test
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Fuck around and catch two to ya fucking chest
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Now it's time for me to be lazy
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When chilling out in the home in the House Of Krazees
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Home sweet home
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The place where the lunatics roam
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Lunatics roam
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Home sweet home
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The place where the lunatics roam
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'Bout to peel a cop wit my chrome
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Packing the chrome, to ya dome, the only way out
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Just a matter of time before the bullshit will play out
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Ride the wave of a new breed
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You suckers should take heed, I'm belting like a stampede
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No need for mask magicians, the shit is all real
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Never thought it'd be done to you, how's it feel
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Taking the lives of men, women and child
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You try to stop me, what, it wouldn't be worth while
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My cork is popped like a bottle of champagne
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On the loose man like a run away freight train
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No one to be fucked with especially on no dumb shit
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I rolled you and I smoked you like a motherfucking blunt bitch
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Pack ya bags cause I'm coming for ya
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Can't find ya now, so your brother be subbing for ya
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I'm going get mine, like you going get yours
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Blood stains in the halls, dead men on the floors
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Peek through a window with broke glass
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My time has come, at last to stick your motha fucking ass
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Bury me six feet, and I will still creep
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And raise the hell that put you in a dead sleep
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So when you're asleep, I creep inside your dome
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And let you know about my home sweet home
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Home sweet home
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The place where the lunatics roam
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Lunatics roam
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Home sweet home
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The place where the lunatics roam
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'Bout to peel a cop wit my chrome
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Run hurry run quick
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I got 'em on tha go
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Don't move too slow
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'Cause I'll make your head role
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Born first time
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Cause I'm havin' them side lines
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Evil like a kenival
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I'm a dead devil in drag
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(?)
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I saw so many bodies
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I saw swanson outta buisness, yall
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Nigga's that try to loot my home sweet home
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I'll make click, I click, and stick
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Untill they known, they fuckin' gone
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And the House Of Krazees race it a sale room
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That's where we hold all the unborn deadly ghouls
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And for you fools that don't believe me
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You gonna be seein' nightmare from this kick
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You betta be scared bitch
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And in my bedroom is my domain
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Where I fix my brain
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To bring you all this hella style
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Of dope pain
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Off (?), off tracks, all heads ya dead
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Treasure my hard ass home until my death is red
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Schitzofrania runs through my viens
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Havin' memory lapses, I might kill my nigga's
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That's how I aim
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They watch me like a hawk
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in my home sweet home
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If I get outta line
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they shoot me 'til I'm gone, I'm gone
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There's no livin' room, bedrooms
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caskets are spread
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Kitchen is killer like Jeffery Dahmer
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He tracks his dead
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On the day I was born my eyes were blush of red
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Dead bodies now run me like Jordan
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That's what I said
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But don't come knockin' at my door
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And run your throat
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To be locked down in my home sweet home
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Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam
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Lunatics roam
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Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam
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'Bout to peel a cop wit my chrome
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Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam
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Lunatics roam
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Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam
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'Bout to peel a cop wit my chrome |