Return Of The Madman Lyrics

Return Of The Madman lyrics

Bring ya down like Im a needle in a hay stack



Tricks or Treat



Return Im the funky ass



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 Kill ya



Blow up yo shit



And ya sucka bitch



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 shit man



I think Im losing my mind



Im one of the looniest mothafukas of all man kind



I heard that killas don't talk



You know I ain't saying shit



Come take a motherfucking walk with me bitch



To my house bitch



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 ass



Bitch 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 fucking 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 fucking scary I huagh American Band Stand



This is a man of dirt rubber and greed



I got what you need



My shit 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