natas - fucking up the program lyrics
(mastamind)
f-ck the dumb sh-t, this is what i come with
who wanna ride along wit me as i run sh-t?
hoes play the back and get mack slapped
n-gg-z better know the fact that i’m strapped
and i ain’t havin that
don’t temper with a maniac, cause he’s zany, that’s you for the kill
drop, duck, and kneel and get f-cked if you will
in detroit, i’m like a devil in h-ll
chillin’ in the streets givin these fools the creeps
now it’s time to roll down the ave. with me
jump, joke and laugh with me, n-gg- i ain’t happy
you in my face, get out or get knocked out
pick up the alb-m if you wanna know what i’m about
mastamind, demonic motherf-cker
the games master’s in the b-tch, playin these fools like suckas
what the f-ck? another ugly duck with no luck
rest in peace, with no beef you got f-cked like a sl-t
young punk, you ain’t sh-t, kill you in the chalk
dead bodies get dumped, so i bring the dead body funk
now they after me for my blasphamy
but d-mn, i am what i am n-gg-, i’m f-ckin up the program
(chorus)
“f-ckin up sh-t, and sh-t but a killin”
“f-ckin up sh-t, and sh-t but a killin”
“f-ckin up sh-t, and sh-t but a killin”
“f-ckin up sh-t, and sh-t but a killin”
(tnt)
motherf-ckin up the program, f-ckin up your industry
n-gg-z on my d-ck, but they ain’t no f-ckin friend to me
n-gg-z ain’t no kin to me, ain’t got no love for ’em
f-ck that b-tch, nina, cause i gotta slug nose for her
boom, boom, boom, on that -ss till ya drop kid
killa killa cop, cause i want that f-ckin cop killed
mommy, mommy, mommy, why does tnt have a bomb?
why does he roll with mastamind and esham?
blood’s on my hands, i think i killed a man, d-mn
wasn’t in the plan i ran, cause i’m f-ckin up, f-ckin up the program
(chorus)
(esham)
f-ckin up the program call me the son of sam
the unholy black devil n-gg-, that’s who i am
when i speak this blasphamy, blasphamy’s what i’m 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 f-ckedadid up the program, wha-da-da-dang ya
i’m a f-ckin 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, sh-t god d-mn you better murder murder me man
cause i’m f-ckin up the program
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