* EP On Red Hook Records




"You Know You Done Real Good Not To Say Anything To The Man."




[Chorus: Shabazz The Disciple]



Boyakah! Boyakah!



I Leave Your Brains On The Fuckin Curb



I'm Causing Terror In The City



Boyakah! Boyakah!



I Leave Your Brains On The Fuckin Curb



I'm Causing Terror In The City




[Shabazz The Disciple]



Sending Niggaz To The Pearly Gates



I'm Psyched Out I Got Screws Lose Like Norman Bates



Shoot Shit Up Like It's A Gallery



Blowing Snakes Heads Off Just To Earn Me A Salary



Devils Choke From The Gun Smoke



Once I'm Prevoked, I Shove A Fifth Long Down Your Throat



And Let You Taste The Steel



Another Body Unidentified, Shipped From The Pot Of Spill



Your Punk-ass'll Get Out Dramaed



I'm Swelling Devils Melons Up For My Man Ford Mohammed



Get A Crew And Try To Surround Me



And One By One, I Light Y'all Up And Send Your Asses To King's County




[Chorus]




[Shabazz The Disciple]



Sort Of A Remorse Supplier



You Want A Nigga Banked? Fuck Spencer, 'bazz For Hire



Murder Is My Desire, And If You Think I'm A Liar



I'll Send Your Ass To Hell's Fire



Chop Down MC's Like Trees



Possessed By My Knowledge Of Thirty-two Degrees



I'm A Lord Of Son, Not A Mason, Mars Son



You Better Take Precautions When I Step Into The Diamond Swarming



And Come Equipped Or Your Shit'll Get Ripped



And Stay The Fuck Out Of My Face With All That Adam And Eve Shit



I Know You're Wondering Why I'm Flipping



Cuz I Got Beef With The Devil And You Fit The Description




[Chorus]




[Shabazz The Disciple]



Sending Niggaz To The Pearly