House Of Krazees

House Of Krazees - Home Sweet Home lyrics

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Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam 

'Bout to peel a cop wit my chrome



Drop the dues and now you know me, but who knows me 

Sown up they fucking eyes so they can't see 



Niggas know me for being fake but then I step to em 

And give 'em a plate just for old times sake 



Never been a bitch, don't wanna be one 

Any nigga can talk shit, when packing a gun 

But the mack always stays true to the self 

And you need to put your wack shit back up on the shelf 



'Cause I'm a mad man, nothing but the mad man 

Fuck the mad man, lunatic, psycho, Son of Sam

Niggas think that they mack because they diss 

Anymore more niggas diss, I'ma get pissed 

And drop a voodoo hex on that ass 

Feel my wrath, burning suckers with the glass 

Let the black magic get me by 

I make the evil rain fall from the bright sunny sky 



Know as a fucker, but please don't test 

Fuck around and catch two to ya fucking chest 

Now it's time for me to be lazy 

When chilling out in the home in the House Of Krazees 



Home sweet home

The place where the lunatics roam 

Lunatics roam 



Home sweet home

The place where the lunatics roam 

'Bout to peel a cop wit my chrome 



Packing the chrome, to ya dome, the only way out

Just a matter of time before the bullshit will play out

Ride the wave of a new breed 

You suckers should take heed, I'm belting like a stampede 

No need for mask magicians, the shit is all real 

Never thought it'd be done to you, how's it feel 

Taking the lives of men, women and child 

You try to stop me, what, it wouldn't be worth while 

My cork is popped like a bottle of champagne 

On the loose man like a run away freight train 



No one to be fucked with especially on no dumb shit 

I rolled you and I smoked you like a motherfucking blunt bitch 

Pack ya bags cause I'm coming for ya 

Can't find ya now, so your brother be subbing for ya 

I'm going get mine, like you going get yours 

Blood stains in the halls, dead men on the floors 



Peek through a window with broke glass 

My time has come, at last to stick your motha fucking ass 

Bury me six feet, and I will still creep 

And raise the hell that put you in a dead sleep 

So when you're asleep, I creep inside your dome 

And let you know about my home sweet home 



Home sweet home

The place where the lunatics roam 

Lunatics roam 



Home sweet home

The place where the lunatics roam 

'Bout to peel a cop wit my chrome 



Run hurry run quick

I got 'em on tha go

Don't move too slow

'Cause I'll make your head role



Born first time

Cause I'm havin' them side lines

Evil like a kenival

I'm a dead devil in drag



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I saw so many bodies

I saw swanson outta buisness, yall



Nigga's that try to loot my home sweet home

I'll make click, I click, and stick

Untill they known, they fuckin' gone

And the House Of Krazees race it a sale room



That's where we hold all the unborn deadly ghouls

And for you fools that don't believe me

You gonna be seein' nightmare from this kick

You betta be scared bitch



And in my bedroom is my domain

Where I fix my brain

To bring you all this hella style

Of dope pain



Off (?), off tracks, all heads ya dead

Treasure my hard ass home until my death is red

Schitzofrania runs through my viens

Havin' memory lapses, I might kill my nigga's

That's how I aim



They watch me like a hawk

in my home sweet home

If I get outta line

they shoot me 'til I'm gone, I'm gone



There's no livin' room, bedrooms

caskets are spread

Kitchen is killer like Jeffery Dahmer

He tracks his dead



On the day I was born my eyes were blush of red

Dead bodies now run me like Jordan

That's what I said



But don't come knockin' at my door

And run your throat

To be locked down in my home sweet home



Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam

Lunatics roam



Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam

'Bout to peel a cop wit my chrome



Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam

Lunatics roam



Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam

'Bout to peel a cop wit my chrome
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