[Intro]
[?] wicked [?]

[Verse 1: The R.O.C.]
Motherfuckers, I move to break your ass with my gun
Gimme some, I want all your cash
And put your hands in the air and don't stare
[(Break yourself, break yourself)?]
And don't compare your gangster ass to a psycho snare
I go to tackle you in shackles
So run, n***a, run 'cause I give you some of this, wacko
Rollin' thirty n***as deep in a big Chevy
Guns can run your whole town, fuck if you be ready
And if you down, you down, if not, you're gon' lose
I choose the side of [the, the black, fool?]
Holdin' on, rollin' on your whole set
Disrespect your moms so n***as you better check
So who's the n***a with the biggest balls?
Who's the n***a with his finger on the trigger in the dark hall?
So don't stall, I pitch from thе nasty bunch
R.O.C. is the nig with the super bumps
So boom, click, boom
Mothеr fuckers, check your rhymes

[Interlude]
Call it what you want, motherfucker
Yeah, call it what the fuck you want
Call it this, and call it that
But yo, it all boils down to the same fuckin' thing
[Verse 2: Hektic]
Fuck it, I'm tired of standin' in the back
While tryin' to bat my sound, I rose underground
Groups, they [groove?], try to grasp [how stupid the style?]
I'll leave 'em hangin in a meat [?], check it
Nuts in hands as I chastise you fools
I choose to make rules and do's whatever I choose
[Known as a tiger?], so I fights for my respect
Bitches on my dick, you better put that bitch in check
You can dig the music, I can tell by the head bobs
Workin' all these wack jobs and keep that shit alive
Change it up on the grave scene, I make green
Broker than a motherfuckin' joke, man, know what I mean
Caught you slippin', insanity puts a break in my mind
It's all jealousy, leave that shit behind
House of Krazees on that ass with the hellish talk
All you punk-ass bitches call it what you want

[Interlude]
Yeah, House of Krazees remix, bitch
Nineteen motherfucking ninety five
Remix on that ass, call it what you want
Ey yo, you can call it this, you can call it that
It's like I said before, yo
It all boils down to the same thing
[Verse 3: Mr. Bones]
Well let me tell you, I fuck around and bring my skills
So I can scrape the bottle of the barrel and pay my bills
I was homebound with my home sweet home
After Season of the Pumpkin, you thought I was gone
But now I'm back, and I'm bustin' heads wide open
No jokin', no need for provokin' bullshit
The controversy of a mind check
Everybody wants to diss, well, who's next
Can you fuck with a mind full of affliction
We built the house, no need for eviction
Can you believe the truth in a pack of lies?
Can you see the killer behind the disguise?
Peep the scene, I bring it fast and never slow
Kickin' my fastest to let your bitch ass know

[Outro]
House of Krazees, bumpin' this beat
(Bust my vision as an artist deliver the rhymes)
Servin' that ass, servin' yo ass, n***a
(Don't try to [?])
Servin' you, servin' your whole crew
Check nuts, check nuts, n***a
Ay yo, y'all motherfuckers thought y'all could handle
Ay yo, keep workin' at that shit, you'll get it
([?] streets)
(The huntin's on, and we're the prey)