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Mastamind featuring Kung Fu Vampire
Body Down ( I Want Your Blood )
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I dont know if you could survive the blood bath,
I mastamind the black magic wrath
i could see u motha fuckin ready to squirm
and if u aint got money 4 the tax aderm,
im a be right there wit a bucket ah worms
is your whole Bitch made squad ready to burn
if you aint got lessons to learn
i guess it's best to Yearn, rest assured,
2 in ya chest you've earned
asleep with the fishes, my victims pose,
blowin' me kisses while i dress you in INNOCENT clothes,
My knife's hot like coke while it's burnin' ya nose,
The Fam-i-ly got my back, programmin' me I'm damned to be chose,
when im turnin the corner, I'm Huntin your flesh not leavin a love bite
The coroner asked me, to mourn her harass me, im ready to grub right
How hard could that be, They wanna harass me
my thoughts exactly
I got a corpse by my side everytime I ride so get at me,...
hop in the back seat, gotchoo runnin like a track meat,
so stunnin' i'm rippin
n runnin' dead girls dont say no,
im fun and im gunnin' um for a defeat
It's a collision with your favorite immortal mortician,
wit a portal of important immoral decisions.
from the undertakers kitchen.
Body Down ( I Want Your Blood )
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I dont know if you could survive the blood bath,
I mastamind the black magic wrath
i could see u motha fuckin ready to squirm
and if u aint got money 4 the tax aderm,
im a be right there wit a bucket ah worms
is your whole Bitch made squad ready to burn
if you aint got lessons to learn
i guess it's best to Yearn, rest assured,
2 in ya chest you've earned
asleep with the fishes, my victims pose,
blowin' me kisses while i dress you in INNOCENT clothes,
My knife's hot like coke while it's burnin' ya nose,
The Fam-i-ly got my back, programmin' me I'm damned to be chose,
when im turnin the corner, I'm Huntin your flesh not leavin a love bite
The coroner asked me, to mourn her harass me, im ready to grub right
How hard could that be, They wanna harass me
my thoughts exactly
I got a corpse by my side everytime I ride so get at me,...
hop in the back seat, gotchoo runnin like a track meat,
so stunnin' i'm rippin
n runnin' dead girls dont say no,
im fun and im gunnin' um for a defeat
It's a collision with your favorite immortal mortician,
wit a portal of important immoral decisions.
from the undertakers kitchen.
Mad Insanity- Another Level
J rz:
We be the cut throat killing crew comin' up out the woodwork
East Bay Cali Niggaz
Comin' to make your neck hurt
When I jump out the bush with a hatchet to your neck
I'll leave you dead on the Street
take your wallet and your cellphone
We don't give a fuck how much crack you slang
How you run around grabbing your dick
claiming to gang bang
It's all the same
When you're dealing with some psychopaths
Dibs on your melon, but the left arm's up for grabs
Bitch
This is mad insanity
Groupies come to kick it and stay an extra week
That's ok
We tweakin' till monday
Take a few pills and sleep till next sunday
That aint life
Just a monthly routine we do
We still fuck bitches and drink up major brew
We still got love for the old insane crew
Those niggaz from Cali
and the midwest too
CHORUS: (J RZ)
We're on another level now
This is true
But we still stay real with the shit that we do
I'm still the antichrist and he's still a pedophile
still rape them hoes and shit change with the style
x2
Mars:
Loudmouth motherfucker with the taste for death
2 Bitches chillin' dead with sliced off breasts
We have a killing fest on the first of the month
and we have to stop and think, where the bodies gettin' dumped
Side of the road
Face first in a ditch
Still killaz makin' effort to murder a bitch
187 on a snitch
run your mouth and get killed
my bottle of red rum
and swurve behind the wheel
And mob to the home on the top of the hill
and kill my babies momma
and that's on the real
The skin will get peeled
and eaten like an animal
Me and J RZ are some flesh eating cannibals
Smoke day
with my eyes bloodshot
Still killin' faggots and I'm yet to be caught
never bust shots
I always slice skin
wipe my ass with the bible because we're all living in sin
CHORUS: (J RZ)
We're on another level now
This is true
But we still stay real with the shit that we do
I'm still the antichrist and he's still a pedophile
still rape them hoes and shit change with the style
x2
J RZ:
I'm still the type of guy who pees in pools
I still fuck tards who like to drool
I still kick it with my big break click
Even though I moved away like a sell out bitch
So what?
I'm still a motherfuckin' killa
I'm still a fucking scrub who aint got no scrilla
Still gettin hard off little girls in the girth
Coming out unwanted like accidental birth
Underground
Don't claim to have fame
Another garage band who struggles to get paid
at CWF we rap for free
But skitzo's my boy so S my D
and this is going out to the non believing haters
we will eat you up like hungry alligators
and all you mad insanes that show us love
we give you mad props and we aint never givin' up
CHORUS: (J RZ)
We're on another level now
This is true
But we still stay real with the shit that we do
I'm still the antichrist and he's still a pedophile
still rape them hoes and shit change with the style
x2
Mars:
Confess all my crimes right here on the wax
fuck a kitchen knife bitch hand me an Axe
I'm chopping off limbs and watching blood squirt
bury you in a field 6 feet in the dirt
everyone's gettin' hurt
no use running
No mater where you hide mad insanity is coming
Leave you body numbing when I break your back
We like jake the snake for a rock of crack
Serial killa, bitch
Fuck a drug deala
Murdering for hire is how I get my scrilla
Hundred dolla billa yeah i wish i had a few like it
hit the dank, and buy a 40 or 2
This life sucks too
I was fucked since birth
Cursed as a child, and now i go berzerk
Outcast from the world
and left in the fog
But i kick the wicked shit mother fucker till I flatline
CHORUS: (J RZ)
We're on another level now
This is true
But we still stay real with the shit that we do
I'm still the antichrist and he's still a pedophile
still rape them hoes and shit change with the style
x2
Mars:
There's no where to go
so lean to the wicked
run and tell your bitch she gotta suck the dick to kick it
thinkin' i can stick it
in the side of her neck
we all some mad insanes what the fuck you expect?
J rz:
We be the cut throat killing crew comin' up out the woodwork
East Bay Cali Niggaz
Comin' to make your neck hurt
When I jump out the bush with a hatchet to your neck
I'll leave you dead on the Street
take your wallet and your cellphone
We don't give a fuck how much crack you slang
How you run around grabbing your dick
claiming to gang bang
It's all the same
When you're dealing with some psychopaths
Dibs on your melon, but the left arm's up for grabs
Bitch
This is mad insanity
Groupies come to kick it and stay an extra week
That's ok
We tweakin' till monday
Take a few pills and sleep till next sunday
That aint life
Just a monthly routine we do
We still fuck bitches and drink up major brew
We still got love for the old insane crew
Those niggaz from Cali
and the midwest too
CHORUS: (J RZ)
We're on another level now
This is true
But we still stay real with the shit that we do
I'm still the antichrist and he's still a pedophile
still rape them hoes and shit change with the style
x2
Mars:
Loudmouth motherfucker with the taste for death
2 Bitches chillin' dead with sliced off breasts
We have a killing fest on the first of the month
and we have to stop and think, where the bodies gettin' dumped
Side of the road
Face first in a ditch
Still killaz makin' effort to murder a bitch
187 on a snitch
run your mouth and get killed
my bottle of red rum
and swurve behind the wheel
And mob to the home on the top of the hill
and kill my babies momma
and that's on the real
The skin will get peeled
and eaten like an animal
Me and J RZ are some flesh eating cannibals
Smoke day
with my eyes bloodshot
Still killin' faggots and I'm yet to be caught
never bust shots
I always slice skin
wipe my ass with the bible because we're all living in sin
CHORUS: (J RZ)
We're on another level now
This is true
But we still stay real with the shit that we do
I'm still the antichrist and he's still a pedophile
still rape them hoes and shit change with the style
x2
J RZ:
I'm still the type of guy who pees in pools
I still fuck tards who like to drool
I still kick it with my big break click
Even though I moved away like a sell out bitch
So what?
I'm still a motherfuckin' killa
I'm still a fucking scrub who aint got no scrilla
Still gettin hard off little girls in the girth
Coming out unwanted like accidental birth
Underground
Don't claim to have fame
Another garage band who struggles to get paid
at CWF we rap for free
But skitzo's my boy so S my D
and this is going out to the non believing haters
we will eat you up like hungry alligators
and all you mad insanes that show us love
we give you mad props and we aint never givin' up
CHORUS: (J RZ)
We're on another level now
This is true
But we still stay real with the shit that we do
I'm still the antichrist and he's still a pedophile
still rape them hoes and shit change with the style
x2
Mars:
Confess all my crimes right here on the wax
fuck a kitchen knife bitch hand me an Axe
I'm chopping off limbs and watching blood squirt
bury you in a field 6 feet in the dirt
everyone's gettin' hurt
no use running
No mater where you hide mad insanity is coming
Leave you body numbing when I break your back
We like jake the snake for a rock of crack
Serial killa, bitch
Fuck a drug deala
Murdering for hire is how I get my scrilla
Hundred dolla billa yeah i wish i had a few like it
hit the dank, and buy a 40 or 2
This life sucks too
I was fucked since birth
Cursed as a child, and now i go berzerk
Outcast from the world
and left in the fog
But i kick the wicked shit mother fucker till I flatline
CHORUS: (J RZ)
We're on another level now
This is true
But we still stay real with the shit that we do
I'm still the antichrist and he's still a pedophile
still rape them hoes and shit change with the style
x2
Mars:
There's no where to go
so lean to the wicked
run and tell your bitch she gotta suck the dick to kick it
thinkin' i can stick it
in the side of her neck
we all some mad insanes what the fuck you expect?
Mad insanity- Drunk Driving
MARS-
And when the party's over faded but there aint no hoes
get up turn on your keys get in your car and go
I drive off in a hurry
My vision's gettin' blurry
I'm drivin' kinda swurvin but the night is kinda early
I'm starin' to worry
My drink is gettin' lowww
step on the gas, we mobbin fast, we headed to the liquor sto'
step on inside I go grab myself a cobra
Grab miller and some mickeys and get back in the nova
One hand is on my beer, one hand is on the wheel
I'm lookin out the window for some hoes that I can kill
I'm drinkin'
I'm thinkin'
I'm contemplatin' suicide
And then i get up in the ride and knock that shit to 55
I put my foot down, I'm all up on the gas
I'm hearin' people screamin but all I can do is laugh
I must be drunk, this never happens sober
I'm always on the curb and I be runnin' bitches over
HOOK
They say I drank too much
Man I aint drank, enough
man just drank, all night
drank and drive, all right
x2
J RZ-
No air bags, and seatbelts are for chumps
goin' over 20 over people's speed bumps
They call me hell on wheels, cause I'm always tearin ass
No license no insurance, and 97 tags
I always keep a bagged body shotgun at my side
Even though I don't remember when i threw it up inside
Sing this shit with pride like some real booze hounds
Ending this night at the melody's lounge
MARS-
There's blood up on my rims
my fingers kinda tense
man I can't see nothin' because the bloody tint
I think I drank a 5th, I mighta drank a pint
Troubles gettin' double cause I busted out my headlight
Rizz pass the gin, my needles fuckin pinned
if they take your keys away then man they aint your friend
I'm sippin down the alcohol and washin' down these pills
Call up all the homies lets meet at the Broken Wheel
HOOK
They say I drank too much
Man I aint drank, enough
man just drank, all night
drank and drive, all right
x2
J RZ-
Three white russians before the clock hits twelve
Talkin afternoon now it's time for taco bell
Gotta go by the shelf, and grab the orange juice
Cause i need my screw drivers in order to get loose
alcohol abuse, and camaro car keys
fish tailin' down the road like a couple fuckin' G's
Catch me on the road, its time to give me props
cause next time I'll be seen, we'll be on the show COPS
Kickin' up rocks on the shoulder of the road
I'm not goin home till my shit is gettin towed
sideways, on the highway, like every single friday
not lookin at the wheel, just the cigarette I'm lightin'
Been doin' this for days so you know I'm like a pro
Drivin' faded every day, and you know that its fa sho
Mars and J RZ, are drinkin, like some fuckin sailors
before I pass out, I gotta get this shit on paper
HOOK
They say I drank too much
Man I aint drank, enough
man I just drank, all night
drank and drive, all right
x4
MARS-
And when the party's over faded but there aint no hoes
get up turn on your keys get in your car and go
I drive off in a hurry
My vision's gettin' blurry
I'm drivin' kinda swurvin but the night is kinda early
I'm starin' to worry
My drink is gettin' lowww
step on the gas, we mobbin fast, we headed to the liquor sto'
step on inside I go grab myself a cobra
Grab miller and some mickeys and get back in the nova
One hand is on my beer, one hand is on the wheel
I'm lookin out the window for some hoes that I can kill
I'm drinkin'
I'm thinkin'
I'm contemplatin' suicide
And then i get up in the ride and knock that shit to 55
I put my foot down, I'm all up on the gas
I'm hearin' people screamin but all I can do is laugh
I must be drunk, this never happens sober
I'm always on the curb and I be runnin' bitches over
HOOK
They say I drank too much
Man I aint drank, enough
man just drank, all night
drank and drive, all right
x2
J RZ-
No air bags, and seatbelts are for chumps
goin' over 20 over people's speed bumps
They call me hell on wheels, cause I'm always tearin ass
No license no insurance, and 97 tags
I always keep a bagged body shotgun at my side
Even though I don't remember when i threw it up inside
Sing this shit with pride like some real booze hounds
Ending this night at the melody's lounge
MARS-
There's blood up on my rims
my fingers kinda tense
man I can't see nothin' because the bloody tint
I think I drank a 5th, I mighta drank a pint
Troubles gettin' double cause I busted out my headlight
Rizz pass the gin, my needles fuckin pinned
if they take your keys away then man they aint your friend
I'm sippin down the alcohol and washin' down these pills
Call up all the homies lets meet at the Broken Wheel
HOOK
They say I drank too much
Man I aint drank, enough
man just drank, all night
drank and drive, all right
x2
J RZ-
Three white russians before the clock hits twelve
Talkin afternoon now it's time for taco bell
Gotta go by the shelf, and grab the orange juice
Cause i need my screw drivers in order to get loose
alcohol abuse, and camaro car keys
fish tailin' down the road like a couple fuckin' G's
Catch me on the road, its time to give me props
cause next time I'll be seen, we'll be on the show COPS
Kickin' up rocks on the shoulder of the road
I'm not goin home till my shit is gettin towed
sideways, on the highway, like every single friday
not lookin at the wheel, just the cigarette I'm lightin'
Been doin' this for days so you know I'm like a pro
Drivin' faded every day, and you know that its fa sho
Mars and J RZ, are drinkin, like some fuckin sailors
before I pass out, I gotta get this shit on paper
HOOK
They say I drank too much
Man I aint drank, enough
man I just drank, all night
drank and drive, all right
x4