Lyrics

[Intro] Effects with crazy rhythm They want effects, so effects is what we givin' They want effects, effects with crazy rhythm They want effects, so effects is what we givin' [Verse 1: The R.O.C] The black magic, my doll's trouble, a voodoo with wicked spells I dwell on my scabs and my brain bleeds the bloody tales Twisted tunes for maniacs with a swingin' axe Attacks any person that moves forth or steps back Relax, motherfuckers, the secrets lie on the souls that weep Creep, so deep, it's fallin' way under nine feet Have entrance to walk through my home sweet home With fires burnin', you're yearnin' for another House of Krazees song The R.O.C that is me, I'm takin' you on a trip My nuts still draggin' like a ball and chain, my dick's the whip You can't hide and you can't run from the sons of guns That had yo ass screamin' look who's on the run Come and get some of this, but watch yo shit The clock has finally struck the hour for the killings, bitch There's no illusions, just realism, the effects All are tragic when you try to deal with 'em, I wig split 'em Stick a, stick a nigga, boom click boom I broke ya neck, who's next for the FX? [Chorus] FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX (They want effects, effects with crazy rhythm) FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX (They want effects, so effects is what we're givin') [Verse 2: Mr. Bones] It's the year, the year that we droppin' bombs Feel the calm of fuckin' and sing along With the jam, the man that you want to see Mr. Bones, I pack the capacity Lyrical style, playing yo eardrums for a second With the effects to break your necks with the wicked Beats and drums surround and the fuckin' rhythm Fatal thoughts of suicide is what Im givin' To the migraine explodes on the track In the night the demon was on yo back Breakin' your very will Mental running in overdrive sacrifice on the hill Listen close as Bones begins to wreck And watch yo back for the wicked ass FX [Chorus] FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX (Effects with crazy rhythm, they want effects) FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX, FX (So effects is what we're givin', they want effects) [Verse 3: Hektik] Mass illusionist, something extraordinarily strange Home on Deranged, you thought you could hang You smell the blood of an atheistic mental case The time is now for you to try and leave this place You turn the corner, run right down the hall you see a door You think it's nothing, you open it and fall right through the floor There's no escape, and so live and let live Begone, my spiritual anguish, won't even test the hellish spawn My testimony sparks the hatred from you bastages Wickedly macking as I leave yo ass in bandages So whip yo rooster, then leavin' with some broke necks You can't fuck with the flex, check the FX