f*cking Up the Program lyrics

(Mastamind)
f*ck the dumb sh*t, this is what I come with
Who wanna ride along wit me as I run sh*t?
Hoes play the back and get mack slapped
n*ggas 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 f*cked 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, n*gga 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 motherf*cker
The games master's in this b*tch, playin these fools like suckas
What the f*ck? Another ugly duck with no luck
Rest in peace, with no beef you got f*cked like a sl*t
Young punk, you ain't sh*t '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 n*gga, I'm f*ckin up the program

(CHORUS)
"f*ckin up sh*t ain't sh*t but a killin"
"f*ckin up sh*t ain't sh*t but a killin"
"f*ckin up sh*t ain't sh*t but a killin"
"f*ckin up sh*t ain't sh*t but a killin"
(TNT)
Motherf*ckin up the program, f*ckin up the industry
n*ggas on my di*k, but they ain't no f*ckin friend to me
n*ggas ain't no kin to me, ain't got no love for 'em
f*ck that b*tch, 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 f*ckin 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 f*ckin up, f*ckin up the program

(CHORUS)

(Esham)
f*ckin up the program call me the Son of Sam
The unholy black devil n*gga, 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 f*ckedadid up the program, wha-da-da-dang ya
I'm a f*ckin 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, sh*t God damn you better murder murder me man
Cause I'm f*ckin up the program