Natas

Lyrics

[Intro] Police say Tony was drinking with a nineteen-year-old friend Smoking marijuana and listening to songs about suicide When he killed himself It's the third fatal case of teenage Russian Roulette this year [Chorus] Original mad, ma-mad, ma-mad nuttahs Original mad, ma-mad, ma-mad nuttahs Original mad, ma-mad, ma-mad nuttahs Original mad, ma-mad, ma-mad nuttahs [Verse 1: Mastamind] Can't let the belly of the beast chew me up I'd rather give ya indigestion "Do you believe in God?" is the question What the hell's going on? I smell something wrong They wishing for death on me Hope this wicketness don't last long 24/7 one more step away from Heaven In my journey through Hell, the Devil got me bailin' Fuck it, catch me if you can, kill me like a man If I got my finger on the trigger, your life's in my hands When I first came runnin' up on yo ass What did you think I would do to you? Boo, motherfucker, let my voodoo run through you If yo eyes are blind, 666 is the sign Stupid punks can't fuck with a Mastamind [Chorus] Original mad, ma-mad, ma-mad nuttahs Original manamanamanamanamanamanamanamana nuttahs Original mad, ma-mad, ma-mad nuttahs Original manamanamanamanamanamanamanamana nuttahs [Verse 2: T-N-T] Police and preachers after me from state to state Fuck the world, they find I fill it with nothing but hate Prosecute me if they will, jury my visions is blurry How many died from the rhymes I've crucified? Nigga, it's alright if you die tonight Superman don't understand I'm the kryptonite Whether I'm dead or alive, how will I survive? If you wanna meet God, tell me who wanna die Nigga, don't be scared, just be prepared Once the bullets hit my dome, I'll see you there Heaven or Hell don't matter in the afterlife 'Cause we all gon' die, so no need to cry [Chorus] Original mad, ma-mad, ma-mad nuttahs Original manamanamanamanamanamanamanamana nuttahs Original mad, ma-mad, ma-mad nuttahs Original manamanamanamanamanamanamanamana nuttahs [Verse 3: Esham] I'm comin' through, it's the crew with the voodoo Fuck Jim Holley, I don't give a fuck what you do You punk bitch, I'ma buck, buck ya body lay And God don't fuck around this way I'm comin' straight from the boondocks I'm suicidal, or am I homicidal with the Glocks cocked? I yell shells to the forehead I scream Blaz4me and now ten suicidal dead I recommend some psychiatric If ya contemplating suicide, I'm down for the murder ride I still do what I feel too And I'm all the way real bitch, God's gonna kill you [Chorus] Original mad, ma-mad, ma-mad nuttahs Original manamanamanamanamanamanamanamana nuttahs Original mad, ma-mad, ma-mad nuttahs Original manamanamanamanamanamanamanamana nuttahs [Interlude] Welcome to the unpleasant world of NATAS The Detroit based rap band who've invented their own genre Suicidalism [Chorus] Original mad, ma-mad, ma-mad nuttahs Original manamanamanamanamanamanamanamana nuttahs Original mad, ma-mad, ma-mad nuttahs Original manamanamanamanamanamanamanamana nuttahs Original mad, ma-mad, ma-mad nuttahs Original manamanamanamanamanamanamanamana nuttahs [Outro] It's basically a Satan in reverse, it is Satanic, it is Satanic I don't care how you spell it, it's Satanic