[Mastamind]
$#&@ the dumb %#@!, this is what I come with
Who wanna ride along wit me as I run %#@!?

Hoes play the back and get mack slapped
^!$$%z better know the fact that I'm strapped
And I ain't havin that

Don't temper with a maniac, cause he's zany, that's you for the kill
Drop, duck, and kneel and get $#&@ed 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
Jump, joke and laugh with me, ^!$$% 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, demonic mother$#&@er

The games master's in the (*##$, playin these fools like suckas
What the $#&@? Another ugly duck with no luck
Rest in peace, with no beef you got $#&@ed like a !@#%

Young punk, you ain't %#@!, kill you in the chalk
Dead bodies get dumped, so I bring the dead body funk
Now they after me for my blasphamy

But damn, I am what I am ^!$$%, I'm $#&@in up the program

[CHORUS]

"$#&@in up %#@!, and %#@! but a killin"
"$#&@in up %#@!, and %#@! but a killin"
"$#&@in up %#@!, and %#@! but a killin"

"$#&@in up %#@!, and %#@! but a killin"

[TNT]

Mother$#&@in up the program, $#&@in up your industry
^!$$%z on my dick, but they ain't no $#&@in friend to me
^!$$%z ain't no kin to me, ain't got no love for 'em

$#&@ that (*##$, Nina, cause I gotta slug nose for her
Boom, boom, boom, on that $$# till ya drop kid
Killa killa cop, cause I want that $#&@in cop killed

Mommy, mommy, mommy, why does TNT have a bomb?
Why does he roll 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 $#&@in up, $#&@in up the program

[CHORUS]


[Esham]
$#&@in up the program call me the Son of Sam

The unholy black devil ^!$$%, that's who I am
When I speak this blasphamy, blasphamy'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 comes the voodoo child to crucifix the mix
I $#&@edadid up the program, wha-da-da-dang ya
I'm a $#&@in 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, %#@! God damn you better murder murder me man

Cause I'm $#&@in up the program