Fx Lyrics - Singles - House Of Krazees

The black magic 

My doll trouble 

Voodoo and wicked spells 

I dwell my scales 

My brain bleeds bloody tales 

Just a tomb tormenty axe 

With a swinging axe 

Attacks any person that moves for or steps back 

Relax muthafukas the secrete lyes in the souls 

Barely creeps so deep all the way til nine feet 

An entrance to whom to my home sweet home 

With fires burning your urine 

For another House of Krazees song 

The ROC that is me 

Im taking you on a trip 

My nuts still dragging like a ball and chain 

My dicks the whip 

You can't hide and you can't run from the son of 

Guns has yo ass screaming look who's on the run 

Come and get some of this 

But watch yo shit 

The clock has finally struck the hour for da killings bitch 

There's no illusions just realism de effects 

Are like tragic when you try to deal with em 

My wig split em sticka 

Stick a nigga boom clip boom 

I broke ya neck whos next brotha FX 

Its the deal 

The dead will be dropping bombs 

Here they come and fucking sing along with the jam 

The man that you want to see 

Mista Bones I break the compasity 

The rinkle style playing yo eardrums fo-a-second 

With the effects to break your necks with the wicked 

Beats and drums surround and the fucking rythm 

Plain old thoughts of suicide is what Im giving 

To the minegrain explodes off the track 

And the night the demon was on yo back 

Break it down you very well 

Mentle running in overdrive sacrafice on the hill 

Listen 'cause the bones begin to reck 

And watch yo ass for the wicked ass FX 

Mass illusions 

Something extrodinarly strange 

Home the deranged you thought you could hang 

You smell the look of the in the instimentle case 

The time is now for you to try and leave this place 

You jump in the corner 

Running down the hallway you see a door 

You think it's nothing 

You open it and fall right through the floor 

There's no escape so living to live 

Becomes a spiritual angish or even test of hell is wrong 

My testimony sparks the intrum from you bastards 

Wickedly macking I leave yo ass in bandages 

So with yo roosta leaving with some broke necks 

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