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letra de head trauma - house of krazees

head trauma lyrics
[verse 1: the r.o.c.]
look at what you [up against?], emcees can’t do this
head trauma [backin’ like gangs?] with this rap sh-t
but i don’t fight ya, i’ll out-write ya
and paper chase more than donald trump’s bank on a good day
my [?] as far as it be
the demons up in me, [accept it?], you can see
[i’m vicious?] [that i’m diggin’?] straight out of salem’s lot
i dig plots for any f-cker that tries to stop
the house will stay, internal rage, damage release
external [?] to my [?]
smackin’ emcees out the rafters, ’cause i’ll blast a piece
put it on a [steep?] to make it complete
and try to [?] long enough [for these?] [?]
i need more money though so i can take a [straight up hit?]
my bl–dy corpse will leave some for my daughter and my mom
and any [?] [that stop me?] [?] head trauma

[verse 2: mr. bones]
i got this f-ckin’ head trauma, [?] tryin’ to save me
somthin’s goin’ wrong with your little baby
got ya lookin’ hazy, maybe it’s the dust
if i think another thought, then my brain gon’ bust
terminal meltdown, [and my mind’s sick?]
maximum head rush pumps the [pain?]
pop a tylenol for migraines
membranes destroyed like i be insane, deranged
pertainin’ to somethin’ that i never dealt with
veins throbbin’ in my head like i’m strung out on some bullsh-t
pull sh-t closer to me, i think [i’ll faint?]
standin’ like [?] and steady regulatin’
desecratin’ the burial site is not advised
it’s a hypno thing, look in my eyes, despise
the sunrise, it make me wanna throw up
my standin’s so shaky, i think my brain is gonna blow up
and go outside your dome, with the head trauma
[chorus: christopher walken (true romance sample)]
f-cks you all up. you get that pain shootin’ through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. that ain’t any kind of fun, but what i have to offer you, that’s as good as it’s gonna get. and it won’t ever get that good again

[verse 3: hektic]
f-ckin’ around’ll get ya chopped up quick, no bullsh-t
i’m layin’ you dead hoes in grave shifts
[bury me quick?], i gotta go
i got these people rockin’ under my soul, i’m outta control
[i ain’t a freight train?], how the f-ck you wanna [?] [me?]
[even thought it ain’t easy?], but what the f-ck
the psych ward won’t help me out
i tell ’em again and again what i’m about
instead i [?] [word?] to the [motherf-ckin’ man?]
i’m undercover like the raid van
better get your sh-t together, i’m huntin’ heads
like a [donut convention?], sendin’ people home to [nathan?]
ain’t no escapin’ from the [?], you get caught flat, you hit
i’m out the back of your mind, trick, forget
windows closed ’em open
i’m watchin’ my head spin around in slow motion
slowly coastin’ [?] for drama
deep in your comatose, filled up with head trauma

[chorus: christopher walken (true romance sample)]
f-cks you all up. you get that pain shootin’ through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. that ain’t any kind of fun, but what i have to offer you, that’s as good as it’s gonna get. and it won’t ever get that good again
f-cks you all up. you get that pain shootin’ through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. that ain’t any kind of fun, but what i have to offer you, that’s as good as it’s gonna get. and it won’t ever get that good again
[outro: christopher walken, ryan latshaw (jack-o (1995) sample)]
the pumpkin man will steal your soul
snap it up and swallow it whole
kind of fun, but what i have to offer you, that’s as good as it’s gonna get. and it won’t ever get that good again
the pumpkin man will steal your soul
snap it up and swallow it whole
and just as quick before you die
the pumpkin man will steal your eyes

- house of krazees

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