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| I M Fucking Up The Program
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(Mastamind)
Fuck the dumb shit, this is what I come with
Who wanna ride along wit me as I run shit?
Hoes play the back and get mack slapped
Niggaz better know the fact that Im strapped
And I aint havin that
Dont temper with a maniac, cause hes zany, thats you for the kill
Drop, duck, and kneel and get fucked if you will
In Detroit, Im like a devil in hell
Chillin in the streets givin these fools the creeps
Now its time to roll down the Ave. with me
Jump, joke and laugh with me, nigga I aint happy
You in my face, get out or get knocked out
Pick up the album if you wanna know what Im about
Mastamind, demonic motherfucker
The games masters in the bitch, playin these fools like suckas
What the fuck? Another ugly duck with no luck
Rest in peace, with no beef you got fucked like a slut
Young punk, you aint shit, kill you in the chalk
Dead bodies get dumped, so I bring the dead body funk
Now they after me for my blasphamy
But damn, I am what I am nigga, Im fuckin up the program
(CHORUS)
"Fuckin up shit, and shit but a killin"
"Fuckin up shit, and shit but a killin"
"Fuckin up shit, and shit but a killin"
"Fuckin up shit, and shit but a killin"
(TNT)
Motherfuckin up the program, fuckin up your industry
Niggaz on my dick, but they aint no fuckin friend to me
Niggaz aint no kin to me, aint got no love for em
Fuck that bitch, Nina, cause I gotta slug nose for her
Boom, boom, boom, on that ass till ya drop kid
Killa killa cop, cause I want that fuckin cop killed
Mommy, mommy, mommy, why does TNT have a bomb?
Why does he roll with Mastamind and Esham?
Bloods on my hands, I think I killed a man, damn
Wasnt in the plan I ran, cause Im fuckin up, fuckin up the program
(CHORUS)
(Esham)
Fuckin up the program call me the Son of Sam
The unholy black devil nigga, thats who I am
When I speak this blasphamy, blasphamys what Im speakin
My suicidal recital, so vital minds weaken
My Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde a suicide
I drive you to suicide, so come along for the murder ride
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6
Here comes the voodoo child to crucifix the mix
I fuckedadid up the program, wha-da-da-dang ya
Im a fuckin head banga
So tell me why you fear what you hear
Mr. Kill the fetus is back, black I told you last year
Murder me man, shit God damn you better murder murder me man
Cause Im fuckin up the program |
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06.Nov.2001 19:11:27 |
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29.Dec.2004 04:12:06 |
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