Whatz Ya Pleasure Lyrics - House Of Krazees

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