[Intro: Hektic]
Huntin' me down like I'm a needle in a hay stack

[Verse 1: The R.O.C.]
Tricks or treat, return of my funky ass
The stink's 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'
Tread into my house, go left to my bedroom
Of suffering and hear the screams singin' from the cell
Doom's the day you pray because I'm comin' for your throat
And I'ma ho ya like you tried to ho me, yeah, you know
A mad man mad bam mad child we see ya
We peeped you through the peep holes, I kill ya
Load up your shit and your sucker bitch, don't make a moves
And get the fuck out our House of Krazees grooves
'Cause I react like crack to you skull with my hands
Piss on that shit, it's the return of the madman

[Verse 2: Mr. Bones]
Second shout of the madman so what you wanna do?
I come correct and choke ya in effect, I'm one of the three man crew
What to do? You saw my face and know my name
It's all the same, I got the wounds but feel no pain
Rules of the game, a ruthless motherfucker like John Gotti
I told ya about witching hour and how I love to burn the bodies
Oh shit, man, I think I'm losin' my mind
I'm one of the looniest motherfuckers of all mankind
I heard that killers don't talk, you know I ain't sayin' shit
Come take a motherfucking walk with me, bitch
To my house, 'cause you know it's just around the corner
Two shots to your dome motherfucker, and you're a goner
Never again diss Satan's son, the Son of Sam
Keep a watch over your back, return of the madman
[Verse 3: Hektic]
Return of the madman, back up in that ass, bitch
What you thought you could play the crew of lunatics
My blood through thick and thin will stain your thickest skin
This is another confession to one of my wickedest sins
A graveyard chase, behind you you hear me comin'
No time to stall 'em, my best bet is to keep you runnin'
The time is right for a grave digging, so let's get busy
My mind keeps spinnin' around, yeah, and it makes me dizzy
Split my head in half, come and examine my brain
See what my problem is, tell me what drives me insane
[Heroin searches the soul?], and it's a fucking trip
To see me grab a throat and slit and watch all the blood drip
My evil speaking comes through though 'cause I'm the chosen
I keep 'em frozen, listen 'cause [the deaths have rose?]
House of Krazees and zombies in the backstreets
I tell no lies, just check up on the back sheets
You lost your breath, slowly you stop breathin'
You start the screaming as I unless my demon
The name of the jam, the sins of a madman
I'm so fuckin' scary I haunt American Bandstand
This is the land of dirt rubber and greed
I got what you need, my shit is more potent then weed
My ring will bleed as I slowly bring you to your knees
No need to stand, return of the madman
[Outro: R.O.C., Hektic, Mr. Bones]
Return of the psycho
Return of the psycho
Return of the psycho
Huntin' me down like I'm a needle in
Return of the psycho
'Cause everything looks fucked up from where I stand
Huntin' me down like I'm a needle
Huntin' me down like I'm a needle in a haystack
Return of the psycho