Lyrics

[Intro: Hektic] Huntin' me down like I'm a needle in a hay stack [Verse 1: The R.O.C.] Tricks or treat, return of my funky ass The stink's from dead bodies, yo we party until our heads smash My nuts still hurt from saggin' and draggin' Laggin in the race, yo chase ended crashin' Tread into my house, go left to my bedroom Of suffering and hear the screams singin' from the cell Doom's the day you pray because I'm comin' for your throat And I'ma ho ya like you tried to ho me, yeah, you know A mad man mad bam mad child we see ya We peeped you through the peep holes, I kill ya Load up your shit and your sucker bitch, don't make a moves And get the fuck out our House of Krazees grooves 'Cause I react like crack to you skull with my hands Piss on that shit, it's the return of the madman [Verse 2: Mr. Bones] Second shout of the madman so what you wanna do? I come correct and choke ya in effect, I'm one of the three man crew What to do? You saw my face and know my name It's all the same, I got the wounds but feel no pain Rules of the game, a ruthless motherfucker like John Gotti I told ya about witching hour and how I love to burn the bodies Oh shit, man, I think I'm losin' my mind I'm one of the looniest motherfuckers of all mankind I heard that killers don't talk, you know I ain't sayin' shit Come take a motherfucking walk with me, bitch To my house, 'cause you know it's just around the corner Two shots to your dome motherfucker, and you're a goner Never again diss Satan's son, the Son of Sam Keep a watch over your back, return of the madman [Verse 3: Hektic] Return of the madman, back up in that ass, bitch What you thought you could play the crew of lunatics My blood through thick and thin will stain your thickest skin This is another confession to one of my wickedest sins A graveyard chase, behind you you hear me comin' No time to stall 'em, my best bet is to keep you runnin' The time is right for a grave digging, so let's get busy My mind keeps spinnin' around, yeah, and it makes me dizzy Split my head in half, come and examine my brain See what my problem is, tell me what drives me insane [Heroin searches the soul?], and it's a fucking trip To see me grab a throat and slit and watch all the blood drip My evil speaking comes through though 'cause I'm the chosen I keep 'em frozen, listen 'cause [the deaths have rose?] House of Krazees and zombies in the backstreets I tell no lies, just check up on the back sheets You lost your breath, slowly you stop breathin' You start the screaming as I unless my demon The name of the jam, the sins of a madman I'm so fuckin' scary I haunt American Bandstand This is the land of dirt rubber and greed I got what you need, my shit is more potent then weed My ring will bleed as I slowly bring you to your knees No need to stand, return of the madman [Outro: R.O.C., Hektic, Mr. Bones] Return of the psycho Return of the psycho Return of the psycho Huntin' me down like I'm a needle in Return of the psycho 'Cause everything looks fucked up from where I stand Huntin' me down like I'm a needle Huntin' me down like I'm a needle in a haystack Return of the psycho