House Of Krazees - Horror Story (Latnem Version) lyrics
[House Of Krazees - Horror Story Latnem Version lyrics]
Next motherfuckers's gonna get my metal
I can't wait t-t-to tell you
T-t-to kill you
I feel you, you motherfucker
It's my horror story
Why don't you watch me, let me die?
W-w-w-why d do they cry
W-w-w-why do my mentals
My fucking brain, it's in pain
The rock and rolls g-g-got me
On a night train
You wanna throw? Y-y you punk?
You'll be the story, in the morning papers
Sunk deep in the river as I deliver
My sick rhymes to my glory
Just another horror story
Why are the children doing
What they are doing?
Why does this child reach up and
Kill his mom and dad and-
Killing is killing whether done
For duty, profit, or fun
Why are the children-
To melt your mind with the
Rhymes that I b-b-b-bring
Don't еver stand too close
Becausе I don't sing
I b-b-b-bring bad things to life
Somebody stab me in the heart with
One of those b-butcher knifes
Death to all described in my w-wicked rhymes
Sands through time, embedded f-f-f-flatlines
Page by p page, I'm in an out r-r rage
Crowds lose their minds when
I'm on s-s-stage
I deliver my sick rhymes f-for the glory
Just another motherfuckin' h-h-horror story
Why are the children doing
What they are doing?
Why does this child reach up and
Kill his mom and dad and-
Killing is killing whether done
For duty, profit, or fun
Killing is killing whether done for duty
Profit
I bring the style that's known
To be so w-w-wicked
Fuckin' around and serious
P pain's inflected i take no shorts
The w-w-wig splittin's my specialty
I leave you hanging from a tr-tr-tr-tr-tree
Fame my name down through
My self contr-tr-trol this bloody s-s-soul
I gotta go, my t-t-t-t-time is up
Rest my soul or get fucked up
Why are the children doing
What they are doing?
Why does this child reach up and
Kill his mom and dad and-
Killing is killing whether done
For duty, profit, or fun
Why are the children doing what-
Yo motherfucker, back the fuck up
House of Krazees up in here
Yo keep our groove on, motherfucker
Keep our groove on 'cause this
Shit gon' get bigger
All this shit gonna blow up
You know what I'm saying
So hey yo check this shit
Out nigga we're goin' insane
We insane in the membrane
Check that shit coming on yo ass
Killing on yo ass yeah we the Halloween
You know what's up motherfuckers the
ROC talkin' to your ass check it
I can't wait t-t-to tell you
T-t-to kill you
I feel you, you motherfucker
It's my horror story
Why don't you watch me, let me die?
W-w-w-why d do they cry
W-w-w-why do my mentals
My fucking brain, it's in pain
The rock and rolls g-g-got me
On a night train
You wanna throw? Y-y you punk?
You'll be the story, in the morning papers
Sunk deep in the river as I deliver
My sick rhymes to my glory
Just another horror story
Why are the children doing
What they are doing?
Why does this child reach up and
Kill his mom and dad and-
Killing is killing whether done
For duty, profit, or fun
Why are the children-
To melt your mind with the
Rhymes that I b-b-b-bring
Don't еver stand too close
Becausе I don't sing
I b-b-b-bring bad things to life
Somebody stab me in the heart with
One of those b-butcher knifes
Death to all described in my w-wicked rhymes
Sands through time, embedded f-f-f-flatlines
Page by p page, I'm in an out r-r rage
Crowds lose their minds when
I'm on s-s-stage
I deliver my sick rhymes f-for the glory
Just another motherfuckin' h-h-horror story
Why are the children doing
What they are doing?
Why does this child reach up and
Kill his mom and dad and-
Killing is killing whether done
For duty, profit, or fun
Killing is killing whether done for duty
Profit
I bring the style that's known
To be so w-w-wicked
Fuckin' around and serious
P pain's inflected i take no shorts
The w-w-wig splittin's my specialty
I leave you hanging from a tr-tr-tr-tr-tree
Fame my name down through
My self contr-tr-trol this bloody s-s-soul
I gotta go, my t-t-t-t-time is up
Rest my soul or get fucked up
Why are the children doing
What they are doing?
Why does this child reach up and
Kill his mom and dad and-
Killing is killing whether done
For duty, profit, or fun
Why are the children doing what-
Yo motherfucker, back the fuck up
House of Krazees up in here
Yo keep our groove on, motherfucker
Keep our groove on 'cause this
Shit gon' get bigger
All this shit gonna blow up
You know what I'm saying
So hey yo check this shit
Out nigga we're goin' insane
We insane in the membrane
Check that shit coming on yo ass
Killing on yo ass yeah we the Halloween
You know what's up motherfuckers the
ROC talkin' to your ass check it