Whatz Ya Pleasure Lyrics

Whatz Ya Pleasure lyrics

Whatz Ya Pleasure (x9)







Niggas die everyday 



So I give a fuck 



Bad luck 



Too bad your fucking homie got stuck 



he was a mark 



Punk ass nigga, what you wanna do 



Try your luck and you'll sing a dead man's groove 



So smooth that it makes you want to slit your wrists 



From listenin to all that wacked ass bullshit 



The groove is potent so you might wanna take a hit 



Or kickity kick back and listen to the funky shit 



That we kick 'cause the cult is on a roll 



And when we stop it, we leavin' with yo' soul 



killin' nigga's like a pro 'cause i ain't a hoe 



on the raezel i packs the mad roll 







Nigga's can't fuck wit tha real shit 



hell naw, keep yo' fuckin ears open 



listen for hell's call 



E-X-P the motha fuckin' grave digga Wig splitta 



Holla holla holla fuck ya figure 



Whatz ya pleasure, I like pain 



Pain's my game, I'm insane 



Call me deranged, it's all the same 



Watch ya body burn, from the flame 



Smell the smoke 



Runnin' from the madness 



Nigga's ain't shit 'cause they all wish they had this 



Nack for a insanity, still you wanna battle me 



I'll bag your body up and leave you burried in an alley, g 



Fuck this fantasy trip bullshit 



I'm 'bout to get loose up in that ass, bitch 



House of krazees, three deap for punk hoes the blood flows 



Straight out ya bitch noose 



Takin' no shorts, in nine trè 



So check me, tossin' up threats see 



So punk, respect me 



Loungin' and maxin', chillin' with an accent 



Nigga's really wonder where a nigga be relaxin' 







Sixteen back, My last one was off by attack, son



It's the new hit, Whatz ya pleasure 



Man, you want some 



Take a taste, sample this quick If you will 



Do it, this shit is so potent 



I'll drive your brain through your noose 



You knew it, know when to say when 



Some say that they don't like my spit 



From my lyrics are taggin' ears like a pussy, bitch 



My pleasure's yo pleasure, pleasure pain or gain 



Pleasure in my brain and so is the strange 



Sucka slang, Bodies I creep, shh 



I gotta get em, gotta get em 



Sleep up under the bed so I can spin 'em, kill 'em 



My black boots, strapped to my double one inch 



I'll stomp yo' ass if you doubt this, trick 



Fuck this bullshit, I know you want what I got 



I know you want what I get 



Well let me split my wig, so you can take it, bitch 



Now ya dead 'cause the otha's want my spot 



Ya' fightin' off fiends, screams 



And Michael Myers on my jock 



Well well, look at ya shakin, now ya face is now fearin' me 



I get's too funky, just check the drum beat 



I'll slash ya monkey, I smell the crazy 



They're comin' to take me, and waste me E to the X P B to the I G dash the
J,



know's of the game we play 



Dirty lead tha way, never say ish can't play 



There's no ish, one way, go by the tape, bitch 



Alices and chains for beatin' tha predator 



Soul is the asylum, house of krazees is scarin' ya 



Brotha's livin' on death row life is really real like 



How do ya cope with tha reality's of fright night 



If thatz ya pleasure, if thatz ya pleasure 



If thatz ya pleasure then deal wit it 







Whatz Ya Pleasure (x6)