March

[Verse 1: The R.O.C.]
March through the hoes I've created, can you fade it?
Only way you can kill me, turn this off, but I'm still locked
In your mind, rhyme after rhyme, like Kiss I'm back
But I'm black, and I rap to get pay
Slack off, no I don't, jack off, yes I do
Lookin' at the pretty girls in the books made me want to
Down, I gets dirty, when I'm dirty, I gets down
Stephen King of rap, Freddy Krueger with this hellish sound
Bass pounds holes in your chest, yes I'll eat your flesh
Put me to the test, bulletproof vest can't stop the Ness
Loch Monster, yes I want you to see it
Free it from its deep sleep, read it while your soul weeps
Tryin' to cheat, head leak with the hole like this planet
Take your life for granted and I'll steal it and I'll take advantage
Now [your grim and death?] lookin' like you [poured somethin'?]
[In this?] to change your mind, marchin' to the beat of my drums

[Chorus: Madhouse (1981) sample]
Remember what I'd do? How it would hurt, huh?
Well, I'll make it hurt again! I'll make you suffer like I suffered you! Yes, run, but you'll never get away from me!

[Verse 2: Hektic]
Let me hit you with the shotgun blast [of Monte Kay?]
I'm lookin' to strain, annihilate, and mutilate
[You people who hate is our job?], I come with the House, fool
We marchin' like the mob, move if you can take it
Don't freeze up, you see my [troops who land?], and you crumble
Just like a cheese puff, you [won't?] rough
You found it tough to handle, you fuck with the House
[Room's?] out, we gotta battle, I take it to any motherfucker
Who wanna jump, street sweepin' the pump
Speakers bumpin' the bump for real
[Give 'em a?] mouth slugs to peel, suckers who wanna squeal
Get raw deals, but chill, meditate back at the lab
Time to work, plottin' the fool's work from what he worth
I come from the dirt, [dead but not?] forgotten
Fuck 'em, I'll rot down to the core
I'm bringin' you what's in store

[Chorus: Madhouse (1981) sample]
Remember what I'd do? How it would hurt, huh?
Well, I'll make it hurt again! I'll make you suffer like I suffered you! Yes, run, but you'll never get away from me!

[Verse 3: Mr. Bones]
I got the soldiers movin' left, right, never lose, always tight
People get upset because of what I write
I might unleash the lyrics [up a levitate, lunatic now?]
Just a spirit floatin' above the casket
It's drastic, suffocated with the plastic
Sandwich bag, I'll make it stretch like elastic
Dramatic, interpretation [?] circulation
Exterminatin' foes for demonstration
Relation to me is chemical imbalance, I creep up slow
And smack you in the back of the head with a mallet
It sounds strange, but I think I got a winner
I seen his iris pop out of his head, brains for dinner
So I can gobble up your thoughts and your dreams
Now your life weigh an ounce of shit on the triple beam
Scale, horror tale fingernail, somethin's goin' wrong
I think you better bail 'fore you get stomped in the march

[Chorus: Madhouse (1981) sample]
Remember what I'd do? How it would hurt, huh?
Well, I'll make it hurt again! I'll make you suffer like I suffered you! Yes, run, but you'll never get away from me!
Remember what I'd do? How it would hurt, huh?
Well, I'll make it hurt again! I'll make you suffer like I suffered you! Yes, run, but you'll never get away from me!