Home Bound (1997)

[Verse 1: Mr. Bones]
Get down as you nod your head to my House beat
The groove is so funky you gotta jump out your seat
And throw your hands in the air
Because I’m gettin' jealous looks from motherfuckers who just don’t care
But never speak of my Krazee House with a foul tongue
Peep my lingo, motherfucker, 'cause I just begun
To rock the beat with a dash of retro
Horror music and a hit of fuckin' endo
Smoke as I choke, the terror is felt
So strung out on my wicked shit my motherfuckin' brain is about to melt
Halfway home to my padded cell
To be locked down and sedatеd in my thoughts and my wicked realm
Holdin' my nuts, kickin' horrifying sound
Mr. Mr. Bones is hеaded homebound

[Verse 2: Hektic]
Goin' insane, I'm in pain, I ain't dead yet
I come from the graveyard, the place where the madman rests
Grab my chest, rip it in half, and look inside
The bloody horror is so gruesome you'll be hypnotized
Prince of Darkness, son of a banshee
You can't stand me, bitch, I'll kill your family
Who'd have thought my ass is greater than the seven seas
And will infect your ass quicker than a deadly disease
But still you plead, I stick your ass and watch you bleed
What do I need? Nothing, fuck it, let's pick up the speed
I hang the pictures of my victims on a [sacred?] wall
No chance to stall, it's time for you to take a fall
My chain of [gothic?] brings my evil to the next phase
Come to my house and you'll see just why I'm death-crazed
When you're around, pay attention to my every sound
Fuck the casket, 'cause I'm goin' homebound

[Verse 3: R.O.C]
Homebound, a merry-go-round, the shots to you spread
Three to your head, let your fuckin' blood shed
House Of Krazees on your ass nigga
You tried to loot nigga, I'm the fuckin' rudy poot nigga
Still in my basement where the demons lie
I'm the same guy you tried to creep on on devil's night
But that shit wasn't shit but an illusion
Most confusin' that you don't understand our music
We bleed the breath of the frightened little children
The house you was taught to stay away from
We cruisin' down my block, my squad ain't talkin' bout shit
Kids [?], I wish the house was gon' go fuck their shit
Damn those who chose to cross me, the R.O.C
Strike those who doubt the power of House Of Krazees
Evolve to kill all the weak, rose to hell
'Cause I'm too fucked up, they'll never let me tell their tales
So I have to run, [?] the sound
Nigga I'm homebound, check it