Home Sweet Home (1997)

[Verse 1: Mr. Bones]
Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam
'Bout to peel a cap, fist on my chrome
Dropped the tape so now you know me
But who knows me? Sewn up they fucking eyes so they can't see
Niggas know me for being fake
But I step to 'em and give 'em a plate just for old time's sake
Never been a bitch, don't wanna be one
Any nigga can talk shit, when packin' 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 thеy mack because they diss
Anymorе more niggas diss, I'ma get pissed
And drop a voodoo hex on that ass
Feel my wrath, burn the [?] with the glass
Let the black magic get me by
I make evil rain fall from the bright sunny sky
Known as a fucker, but please don't test
Fuck around and catch two to your fuckin' chest
Now it's time for me to be lazy
When chilling out in the home in the House Of Krazees

[Chorus]
Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam
Lunatics roam
Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam
'Bout to peel a cap, fist on my chrome

[Verse 2: Hektic]
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 [?] like a stampede
No need for masked 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 corks is popped like a bottle of champagne
On the loose, made 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, but your brother be subbing for ya
I'ma get mine, like you gon' get yours
Blood stains in the halls, dead men on the floors
Look through a window with broke glass
My time has come, at last to stick your motherfucking ass
Bury me six feet, and I will still creep
To raise the hell that put you in a death sleep
So when you're asleep, I creep inside your dome
And let you know about my home sweet home

[Chorus]
Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam
Lunatics roam
Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam
'Bout to peel a cap, fist on my chrome

[Verse 3: The R.O.C.]
Run, hurry, run quick, I got 'em on the go
Don't move too slow, it's off with your head, ho
Born first [?]
Evil like Kenival, I'm a dead devil in [drag?]
[?]
So many bodies, I put Swanson outta business, y'all
Niggas that try to loot my home sweet home
I'll make click, I click, and stick until they gone, they fuckin' gone
In the House Of Krazees basement is a cell room
That's where we hold all the unborn demons and ghouls
And for you fools that's unbelieving
You'll be receiving nightmares from this kick
You betta be scared, bitch
And my bedroom is my domain where I pick my brain
To bring you all this hella style of dope pain
Hard facts, hard tracks, hard heads, you're dead
Treasure my hard ass home until my death is red
Schizophrenia runs through my veins
Havin' memory lapses, I might kill my niggas, 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 spread
Kitchen is killer like Jeffery Dahmer, eat tracks instead
On the day I was [bred?] my eyes were bloodshot red
Dead bodies surround me like toys, that's what I said
But don't come knockin' at my door and run your [?]
To be locked down in my home sweet home

[Chorus]
Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam
Lunatics roam
Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam
'Bout to peel a cap, fist on 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 cap, fist on my chrome