Fucking Up the Program

Lyrics

(Mastamind) Fuck the dumb shit, this is what I come with Who wanna ride along wit me as I run shit? Hoes play the back and get mack slapped Niggas better know the fact that I'm strapped And I ain't havin that Don't tamper with a maniac, cause he's aiming at you for the kill Drop, duck, and kneel and get fucked if you will In Detroit, I'm like a devil in hell Chillin' in the streets givin these fools the creeps Now it's time to roll down the Ave. with me Don't joke and laugh with me, nigga I ain't happy You in my face, get out or get knocked out Pick up the album if you wanna know what I'm about Mastamind, the manic motherfucker The games master's in this bitch, playin these fools like suckas What the fuck? Another ugly duck with no luck Rest in peace, with no beef you got fucked like a slut Young punk, you ain't shit 'til you in the chalk Dead bodies get dumped, so I bring the dead body funk Now they after me for my blasphemy But damn, I am what I am nigga, I'm fuckin up the program (CHORUS) "Fuckin up shit ain't shit but a killin" "Fuckin up shit ain't shit but a killin" "Fuckin up shit ain't shit but a killin" "Fuckin up shit ain't shit but a killin" (TNT) Motherfuckin up the program, fuckin up the industry Niggas on my dick, but they ain't no fuckin friend to me Niggas ain't no kin to me, ain't got no love for 'em Fuck that bitch, Nina, cause I gotta snub nose for her Boom, boom, boom, on that ass till ya drop dead Killa killa cop, cause I want that fuckin cop dead Mommy, mommy, mommy, why does TNT have a bomb? Why does he run with Mastamind and Esham? Blood's on my hands, I think I killed a man, damn Wasn't in the plan I ran, cause I'm fuckin up, fuckin up the program (CHORUS) (Esham) Fuckin up the program call me the Son of Sam The unholy black devil nigga, that's who I am What I'm speakin's blasphemy, blasphemy's what I'm speakin My suicidal recital, so vital minds weaken My Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde a suicide I drive you to suicide, so come along for the murder ride 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6 Here come the voodoo child to crucifix the mix I fuckedadid up the program, wha-da-da-dang ya I'm a fuckin head banga So tell me why you fear what you hear Mr. Kill the fetus is back, black I told you last year Murder me man, shit God damn you better murder murder me man Cause I'm fuckin up the program