Return Of The Madman Lyrics - House Of Krazees

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 

'cause 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 

'cause 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 'cause im the chosen 

I keep them frozen 

Listen 'cause 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