[Monoxide Child:]
We cracked your head in half
It wasn't funny but we laugh
Twiztid running this bitch for nine dash
A car crash is no equivalent
We far from innocent
Crossing the valley and we gets ignorant
Acting belligerent on the daily
Hoping that somebody can save me
But I guess I'm dead wrong
All by myself
Fuck everyone else I'm in a hole
And I can't breathe my lungs swole
Bad dreams when I'm sleeping
Everybody constantly creeping
Feeling so weak and I can't see em
My conscience keep leaving me
Falling in and out
Waking up in puddles of sweat and cottonmouth
Them down south niggas don't know about this
And niggas on the westside way to pissed
Because it's eastside niggas talking hardcore shit
Enough to get the northside hit
We legit like a mothafucka
Chilling with million dollar peoples
Digging up graves and acting evil
You looking for the sequel
More like something close to equal
You rappers don't even sequel with bitches in Toledo. What?
[Chorus:]
Die mothafucka die
(Die mothafucka die mothafucka die)
Die mothafucka die
(Die mothafucka die mothafucka die)
Die mothafucka die
(Die mothafucka die mothafucka die)
Die mothafucka die
(Die mothafucka die mothafucka die)
[Jamie Madrox:]
I smoke to many cigarettes and get high to much
Don't work enough
Shit is to rough
I could give a fuck less if the whole world blow up
Or what gang signs niggas throw up
I'm to fed up to keep my head up
So I let it drag
Can't afford a belt so my pants sag
Everybody seems to be a fag or a lesbian
But what the fuck happened is what I'm questioning
The president is prejudice against you and me
Then he's taking half our money and he chilling tax free
And if you ask me that's another smack in the face
We need to burn the White House and piss in his face
And every judge should do a minimum of twenty to life
If they can dish it they can take it,
tell me that ain't right?
And every cop should be beat like Rodney King
Non stop from the summer till it turn to spring
Shove a donut in their mouth and a badge in they ass
Because the pigs don't get no class
They get their wigs spilt
[Chorus:]
Die mothafucka die
(Die mothafucka die mothafucka die)
Die mothafucka die
(Die mothafucka die mothafucka die)
Die mothafucka die
(Die mothafucka die mothafucka die)
Die mothafucka die
(Die mothafucka die mothafucka die)
[Monoxide Child:]
My life is torn in to pieces
Fuck you I hope you die
In the casket where I lie
And burn my body so I wont attract flies
In my eye's a look of terror, cold as ice
So what if I slit my wrist once or twice
[Jamie Madrox:]
Now I can split your wig with my aluminum bat
Or I can blow your eardrums with my brain dead rap
And you can call it this or that
But I swing to the other
Word to the Monoxide Child, my brother
No other represent this
Effervescent
Knowledge for Twiztid education
I got the lesson
Bloody text book
Kill the next motherfucker that look
And always shaken ya never shooken
Get your wig spilt bitch and we out
Get your wig spilt bitch and we out
Get your wig spilt bitch and we out
Tell these motherfuckers what we talking about
[Chorus:]
Die mothafucka die
(Die mothafucka die mothafucka die)
Die mothafucka die
(Die mothafucka die mothafucka die)
Die mothafucka die
(Die mothafucka die mothafucka die)
Die mothafucka die
(Die mothafucka die mothafucka die)
Mothafucka DIE
Mothafucka DIE
Mothafucka DIE
Mothafucka DIE
Describe a typical day for Twiztid before a show.
It's different in two different ways because we spend our days differently. You know, the larger one being sleeping until doors, and bein' a kaldascope of different things. I'm usualy up and walking around, fucking with the Juggalos. I go down to the venue and fuck around with them, smoke some weed with em. You know what I'm sayin'? Hang out, read through the book of spells. Stuff like that. But... it's different. We don't like the day. You know what I'm sayin'? If everything was night that would be awesome, because that's when we get our gig on.
Aight well okay when you guys are doing a tour, you may pass over some cities and some people think oh "Twiztid doesn't like us" you know "ICP doesn't like us" but obviously usually that's not the case. What does it take to put a tour together? You know like why do you pass over some cities sometimes or hit a city sometimes...
Well what it is, i'd say about 85% of the cities in the United States Of America already don't want us to play there. It has nothing to do with us, you know what I'm sayin? We know there's Juggalos everywhere and if we could go anywhere we could... But for example Milwaukee was a place, I mean, they didn't want us there. Their city officials were like 'Hell no.' Their governor was like 'Fuck you,' their mayor, everything. It comes down to shit like that, it comes down to politics. It has nothing to do with us, we don't make that. I mean, there are cities where we're like, we gotta go here, we gotta go there, but there's never been a time where we've been like 'We're never going there again' or shit like that. it's never like that. it's all up to the city. and it's getting harder and harder, dude they're doing shit like they won't let juggalos show up until, you know, 20 minutes before doors, shit like that. It's fuckin insane.
Now is it harder for you guys because of ICP? You know like i know a lot of places won't let ICP because of the faygo and they've heard the whole stories. Does that make it harder for you guys to book shows because you're with them?
Oh yeah. you know, we're thrown right into the same boat. Everybody who hates ICP, at least they have a reason to hate them. They'll give you a reason, but if you ask why they hate us, it's because we're with ICP. that's everybody. kids, parents, radio stations, video stations, record labels, promoters, booking agents. if they don't like them, 9 times out of 10 they dont like us. So what are you gunna fuckin do? Go around em.
Alright uh let's see. You guys releraes Mirror/Mirror as an EP, it had 10 songs on it though which is usually a little bigger, Why did you release it as an EP as opposed to waiting and putting four-five more tracks on and making it full length?
Well, actually we were doing something else. We were doing this Black Majik project. And that just kinda fell through, cuz it wasn't what we wanted. it was close, but it wasn't what we wanted. it was no different than a Twiztid song to me. it's like the song "Alone" was a Black Majik song, but I could picture it on Freekshow. So it was like, fuck, this shit's dope, we needa come out with an album. But we didn't want to come out with a full length. We didn't want everybody to take this album, like, this IS the big one, so to speak. there's no major label behind it, minimal distribution, you know, something strictly for the juggalos. We figured we'd say it was an EP to flip everybody's wig when they see, you know, 'Oh shit, there's 10 songs on here.' so that's dope, that's why we didn't print the track listing until you bought the cd and opened it and said "Damn, there's a lot more than 5 songs on here."
Uh let's see aight heres a question. On "Through Your Eyes" on the Mirror/Mirror, you said, or i don't know if it was you or Madrox right now but you said:
I'm not a puppet, so don't pull my strings
I don't need nobody trying to hold me, console me, control me, shit
You're the one trying to change me, make me into something that I'm not.
And alot of people on the internet, i know there's a lot of bullshit and speculation on the internet
That we dissed ICP?
Yeah, yeah can you comment on that?
It's nothing like that. It's about the mainstream. Mainstream America and what happens when something like us is filtered into that. it's like, we were on Island-Def Jam, and the first thing they did was send us back a track listing with every word to every song, every line on the album, with fuckin lines crossed out of it. They want us on their record label, they want us to make them money, but they don't want us to do it our way. They want to change us. So we're like fuck you. We left that record label. No, hell no. Anybody who thinks that we're dissin ICP is a fuckin juggahoe. And you can print that.
It's just that, you guys didn't used to do make-up, people thought that you used to be more hip hop/rappier, and then Freekshow you got more rockier, like ICP was doin. So that's what led people to believe maybe this was some sort of diss.
If you think about it, ICP is not the only ones who did that shit. Papa Roach did it, Limp Bizkit did it, Kid Rock did it. You know, everybody did it. All these motherfucking rock bands are trying to be rap, and they sound like shit. They can't hold a candle to it. So, it was kind of like a pun almost, kind of like a joke. All these motherfuckers are doing it, so we're like "We'll show you how easy it is." We like it it's cool, but that aint us. All there motherfuckers are doing it, but we only get compared to icp. Which is cool, it's fine. We dont trip. But for people to think that we're dissin them, fuckin insane. I can't beleive that shit. But I dunno, I guess. It sounds like the juggalos want us to diss them sometimes.. fuckers are lookin for some drama. That's why I stay off the internet. For real dude, monoxide has nothing to do with the internet.
Can you give us any insight as to what the "Green Book" is?
(Intro)
You're about to hear the tale of an indestructable man
He's dead and he's pissed
He's roamin the streets at night lookin for ways to die
Should you encounter him, the undead, the dead ass zombie
do yourself a favor and get the f**k out
(Blaze)
B to the L to the A-Z-E
Bitch muhf**ka, you can't hurt me
If you break my legs, then I break your back
Relax and kick back in a bed of thumbtacks
Matter fact, you can slit my throat
Spill blood on my leather Psychopathic coat
I'ma laugh in ya face, you can't kill a dead man
You can try..., I'm serious, you can
Under my jersey, bullet holes bout the size of Milwaukee
You better step up off me
Pale faced with the maggots all around
I leave a couple few off in each and every town
My leg falls off every other day and shit
But I'ma try superglue, a hair apiece sticks
So who you lookin at and what'chu gonna do?
You can try to kill me, I'ma sho' gon kill you
(Chorus-Jamie Madrox)
You, you can't, you can't hurt me now! (Ain't shit you can do)
Ain't nothin stoppin me from killin you!
You, you can't, you can't hurt me now! (Ain't shit you can do)
Ain't nothin stoppin me from killin you!
(Blaze)
I ate a pack of firecrackers (Did it Mix)
When I piss, sparks shoot straight outta my dick
Get the picture before I stab you with the knife
But you can't take somethin that I don't have nothin of, right?
That's right, I'm more than a ghost
I still slang ki's on the corner by the light post
I can't walk the walk
But I stray scarin more ho ho's than santa claus
I been electrocuted, it ain't do shit
[Chorus:]
This Bitch Dont Know What She Got Comein To her If I Stick It Im About To Stick It To Her
We Hit, Imma Blow It Out Her Brain Imma Tear That Ass Up Imma Lick The Whole Plane
No Shit Imma 10 Seond Brotha With A Null Little Dick Wanna Spend A Little Time
Hey Bitch Can I Get Come Cut Ups So Im Steppin Up To Her With A Pick Up Like This
[Violent J:]
I Like The Freaky Deeky I Like The Way They Freak Me
Fashon They Nipples And Peaches From Up The Street Bakini
I Like Them Dirty Bitches Without No Panties On
Frist Time She Bendin Ovcer Grab Her Right Because Its On
I Got Pulled For Snake Hold And Cake Hold Put U Some In A Doggie Back So U Can Take Sum Home
I Make It Good For U Make U Explode Again And Again Like Ya Bodys Out Of Control
Aint Got No Money On It I Got Sum Money In My Wallet But Thats Mine You Aint Gettin None Of It
All I Can Offer You Is Some Time And A Ride And My Word And A Promise I Wont Bust Up Inside
[Chorus:]
This Bitch Dont Know What She Got Comein To hervIf I Stick It Im About To Stick It To Her
We Hit, Imma Blow It Out Her Brain Imma Tear That Ass Up Imma Lick The Whole Plane
No Shit Imma 10 Seond Brotha With A hr worth of Dick Wanna Spend A Little Time
Hey Bitch Can I Get Come Cut Ups So Im Steppin Up To Her With A Pick Up Like This
[Monoxide:]
Like This Sup Ma Whats Ya Name Betta Yet Fuck Ya Name We'll Fuck The Same
Gimmie Brain Whail Im Watchin A Pistons Game And Act Strange When Im Fuckin Ya Girl The Same Way
Cuz I Love It When Ur Hateful Ungrateful Me So Unfaithful She Can Get A Faceful
Dont Forget To Mention Toe Nails For Me Cuz I Really Hate It When A Bitch Is Lookin All Bummy
Y So Scummy With A Big Ass Pants Shirt Long Enough Just To Hide Ya No Ass
No Class Spit Me Out And Like A Set Of Big Titties Im Ready To Bounce
My House Is A Place Ya Dont Go Cuz I Go Loco Apply The Choak Hold
Am I The One Ho That Try To Trup No So Lite The News Papper Bitch Hit The Front Door
[Chorus:]
This Bitch Dont Know What She Got Comein To If I Stick It Im About To Stick It To Her
We Hit, Imma Blow It Out Her Brain Imma Tear That Ass Up Imma Lick The Whole Plane
No Shit Imma 10 Seond Brotha With A Null Little Dick Wanna Spend A Little Time
Hey Bitch Can I Get Come Cut Ups So Im Steppin Up To Her With A Pick Up Like This
[Jamie:]
I Like The Ladies But Lately Im Checkin Ids
I Like The Bitches With Breasts And Big Hinees
I Cant Front I Like The Lesbians Too
And Tell Your Girlfriend I Can Eat Pussy Better Than You Ooooooooh
I Didnt Mean To Hurt Nobodys Feelins I Was Caught Up In The Moment
Like A Stop Watch Thinkin About Lickin A Scsquatch When I Got Burn
Then I Zip My Pants To Expose My Wiggle Worm
Im Claustrophobis In The Pelvic Region
When It Swells Up Everybody In The Room Sees Him
Timid Bitches Scream And Run Away
Party Girls Smile And Smurk And Continue To Parlay
Until I Put In On Their Face Maybe On Their Cheek
With Intentions To Put It In Their Mouth And Skeet
And She Flipt The Script And Take Control And No Time My Telephone Poll About To Blow
[Chorus: x2]
This Bitch Dont Know What She Got Comein To If I Stick It Im About To Stick It To Her
We Hit, Imma Blow It Out Her Brain Imma Tear That Ass Up Imma Lick The Whole Plane
No Shit Imma 10 Seond Brotha With A Null Little Dick Wanna Spend A Little Time
This song right here,
Is Dedicated,
To my mom, to my pops,
To my family,
To my daughter,
To the people that I know and love to this day,
[Jamie Madrox: ]
I was the product of two people the never got along,
I was named after a song, they heard the night I was born,
I was probly never planned but you know how it go,
Pops was strong and had it all under control,
Moms was on and bored and couldn't wait to leave,
But she was pregnant now and still a mother to be,
And because of that fact she stayed and put up with his shit,
And took everything that,
That motha fucka could dish,
Believe it wasn't easy and from what i'm told,
Then again I don't remember I was two years old,
I was too young to know or see the tears in her eyes,
And wonder why every night she would cry and pray to die,
That's Some Fucked Up Shit,
But I was so care free,
Like every other child just livin' a fantasy,
Never thought for a second,
Considered it wasn't real,
If it wasn't should I change the way that I feel,
[Chorus][2x]
Just like a parent wanna shield you from love and pain,
No matter how much inside that you're suffering,
A true Sacrifice like the wings of a dove,
And it's real because it's all love coming again,
Moms is tripping,
And pops is chilling,
Brainstorming trying to come up on a million,
Or even a thousand,
A few hundred will be right on time,
Cause them bills is piling up,
And we're fallin' further behind,
And dept collect is banging and calling the phone,
When they would come to our house, we would pretend we wasn't home,
Standing in the wikline,
Free honey and cheese,
When gratuity baskets from local charities,
Its not fresh at all when you going to school,
And can't afford to dress just like the cool kids do,
So with used text books and last year's shoes,
I was destined to never make it to the likes of high school,
Time passed and pops got sick and fell ill,
And everything went down hill,
And when them S.S.I. checks didn't cover the bills not even close,
Moms kept the boat afloat as we coast into next year,
[Chorus][2x]
Just like a parent wanna shield you from love and pain,
No matter how much inside that you're suffering,
A True Sacrifice like the wings of a dove,
And it's real because it's all love coming again,
I see pops even less than before,
But he is living in the same house behind the bedroom door,
Its always closed again,
And he's sleeping no doubt,
A rare occasion be a bathroom would bring him out,
And I get to see him for a second just to say hey,
How you doing,
Good to see you awake,
Are you ok?
For him no reply,
Yea Jamie I'm Fine,
And the same night leave my world without saying goodbye,
Can you imagine the rage of pain that I felt,
I was too shocked to cry while excepting to change dealt,
I went to school and all the kids in my class,
Attended a special mass,
To acknowledge that he passed,
I Wanted to cry but not in front of my peers,
And not in front of a priest so I wiped away tears,
And swallowed the whole sorrow like a bit of relief,
And prayed to god to let me talk to him every night when I sleep,
[Chorus][2x]
Just like a parent wanna shield you from love and pain,
No matter how much inside that you're suffering,
A True Sacrifice like the wings of a dove,
And it's real because it's all love coming again...
A True Sacrifice Like The Wings Of A Dove,
And it's Real Because it's All Love coming Again,
Just like a parent wanna shield you from love and pain,
No matter how much inside that you're suffering,
A True Sacrifice like the wings of a dove,
Never Think Me Wack
If It's Poppin I Got Your Back
If It's Stolen I Got Your Back
If They Beefin Then We Attack
Cause We Rydin And Now In A Position To Define A Mission And Dreams
Focus The Cameras Over Here Hommie I'm Speaking
I Radiate A Vibe Thats Kept Many Alive While
While Causin Others To Go Out Of They Mind At The Same Time
I'm Only Human And Doing What Others Do In Life
Runnin A Rat Race While Tryin To Fill A Space
Fill The Place With Heads And Let Em Hear My Shit
Crowd Don't Lie They Let You Know If It's A Hit Or Miss
Unless They Hypocrits You Know Depending On The Weather
Be The Outcome Of Em Saying Your Old Shit Is Better
That's Some Cold Shit But I Prepare For It To Happen
Sometimes An Upgrade And A Drive Will Bring About A Chain Reaction
Evolution Let Em Understand Why I'm Doing This
My Style Ain't Changed Bitch You Need To Mind Your Business And Just
Take It For What It Is
Take It For What It Is
Just Take It For What It Is
Take It For What It Is
Just Take It For What It Is And Focus
No Big Head Just Focus
Get Paid Get Right
Your World Your Life
Just Take It For What It Is
Take It For What It Is
Just Take It For What It Is
Never Think Me
If It's On Tell Em Bring It
If It's Off Tell Em Bring It
Cause I Came To Get Wicked
And I'm Bobbin Like A Lunatic Ya Know How I Am
Like The Pale Face Offspring Of Another Demention
I Blend Like Camloflauge And Pose For Cameras
I Role With An Ontaroge Of People That'll Bary Ya
And My Stamina Keeps Get Stronger With Every Page That I Write
Puttin My Wieght On It Makin Sure That It's Skin Tight
I'm Only Human And Doing What Others Do
And Like Extending The Craft In An Effort To Make Scratch
So What You're Saying Is
I Could Never Compete And Upset A Diabetic Music Industry
I'm Sweet Like Candy And Painted Like Dutch Boy
Stay Afloat Like Raft While Remaining Self Employed
This Ain't No Hobby And I Aint Never Go Away
And I'ma Be Here For Ever And A Day
And Just Take It For What It Is
Take It For What It Is
Just Take It For What It Is
Take It For What It Is
Just Take It For What It Is And Focus
No Big Head Just Focus
Get Paid Get Right
Your World Your Life
Just Take It For What It Is
Take It For What It Is
Just Take It For What It Is
Never Think Me
Cause I'm Flippin It Like A Script
And I'm Spitting It From My Lips
And I'm Droppin It Like Some Shit
Cause I'm Feelin Like Fuck Em All And I Don't Care What They Think
You See I Wait For Them To Slip And I Attack When They Blink
Because Life Is A Struggle And I'm Caught In A Web
I Got A Lot Of Bullshit Floating Around In My Head And I'm Dead
I'm Only Human And Do What Others Do In Life
Pushing A Product To Everyone Who Ain't Got It
If You Ain't Rydin With This Bump In Your Trunk Then Chances Are
You're Just A Bitch Or A Punk With No Nuts
And My Cuts Are Razor Sharp Like A Samari Sword
They Got The Home Court Advantage But I'm Watchin The Score Board
And It's A Zip And Them In The Lead To Showdown The Underground Vs The Mainstream
And I'm 3 Point From Halfcourt And All Net And You Can Put That On The Rent
Just Take It For What It Is
Take It For What It Is
Just Take It For What It Is
Take It For What It Is
Just Take It For What It Is And Focus
No Big Head Just Focus
Get Paid Get Right
Your World Your Life
Just Take It For What It Is
Take It For What It Is
Just Take It For What It Is
Just Take It For What It Is
Take It For What It Is
Just Take It For What It Is
Take It For What It Is
Just Take It For What It Is And Focus
No Big Head Just Focus
Get Paid Get Right
Your World Your Life
Just Take It For What It Is
"Whassup, man?"
"What up?"
"Can you believe I went in this mothafucking place and this, this arrogant son of a bitch behind the counter had the nerve to call me a fucking superstar"
"Rock star"
"No, I, no, a superstar, a rock star none the less, but a superstar, yes, no, and, and what I don't understand is how the fuck am I a superstar? How are you a superstar? We don't got a fucking video on MTV"
"No!"
"I got one car! And it's got a flat tire and a fucking broken rear view mirror"
"I got two cars"
"You got two cars?"
"But still..."
"You might be a superstar"
"No"
"I seen you flying around the hood"
"No!"
"You might be a superstar"
"Never!"
"Ok, well look, so I don't understand that shit, basically that shit ain't shit to me, I ain't a mothafucking.."
"You might be a rock star. Ya know, maybe a rock star"
"You could be a rock star. With a little bit of effort and a video. I can work you into some A&R.; I can get you on the radio, you, my friend, can be a rock star"
"Nice"
"Warped Tour, baby"
[Chorus:]
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Everybody come on
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit (Say what?)
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Everybody come on
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Don't let it go to your head
[Monoxide Child:]
I'm rocking a phat ass mink, and some chipped sunglasses
So sweet and sticky they call me Lil' Molasses
Don't let it fool you though, I'm a neck slitter
Chest hair permed, all covered in glitter
I got bitches falling out of my pockets at all times
Lying on me, spreading these rumors, to all kinds
Hating on me, leaving these people with false lines
Bitch, you must be out your goddamn mind
Understand I'm the mothafucking shit, bitch
And you ain't got to say it, I can see it on your lips, please
Put my dick on a hot dog bun and put that in your mouth
And keep my name off your tongue, hoe (BIATCH!)
Pink fun in that Twiztid thong
I got my homie in the car waiting all night long
I ain't shit (Yeah)
You can let the whole world know
The only way I gets some pussy's if the bitch is a hoe (Eat a dick)
[Chorus:]
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Everybody come on
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit (Say what?)
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Everybody come on
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Don't let it go to your head
[Jamie Madrox:]
Superstar with the boots and a big old dick
Neck, chest, and dick tip covered in lipstick
Rhinestone sunglasses
Nipples tells us about them tender young asses
And fucking in a casket
We like ass with bounce to the ounce
All you lame hoes go and ask your friends
what I'm talking about
Light built, with dollor bills
Got a chauffer with a limo
I ain't never touch a steering wheel
Besides I'm to fine to drive
And after the show it's about getting high
Let's talk about you for a second
Then lets talk about me for an hour and a half
Oh yeah, here go that autograph you asking about
Don't forget to flash your titties on the way out
See, I'm a superstar, hell I'm on my own dick
Even though I ain't shit
And everybody know it
[Chorus: x2]
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Everybody come on
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit (Say what?)
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Everybody come on
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Hey yo Blaze...
Hey, check this shit out man...
Swivel gave me this beat...
It's some old school shit man...
I'm thinkin...
I'm thinkin we need to ride on them old...
Rat face, tack-head ass bitches...
You...you know what i'm talkin bout...
Them old ran through bitches...
The kinda bitches, when you see em...
You be like, aw no, not this bitch...
We put the...
We put the...
We put the J in Juggalo I put the F in fat kid...
No, i'm not a pimp but i'll slap that bitch...
I like the Juggalettes with the big asses...
Rippen to the show in their daddy's E-classes...
Wearin J-Lo rose colored sun glasses...
Suckin truck drivers for some backstage passes...
(You know how we do it when we wanna get in)
By any means necessary to impress their friends...
Now you done sucked everyone up in my crew...
And then spanned off suckin dudes in other groups too...
People everywhere callin you dick breath...
Because you're over there lettin any and everyone get their dick wet...
Don't kiss that bitch because she's sour...
Tell that ho to go and take a shower...
I'm just saying ain't all innocent...
And some of them hos will have your ass sittin in the clinic...
This means you bitch, this means you...
This means you bitch, this means you...
This means you bitch, this means you...
This means you bitch, this means you...
And even with a rotten mouth and a dirty bush...
(Now you give me half a chance i probly coulda fucked you)
And even with the clap and some nuts on your back...
(We're really not sure, but i think that i can fuck you)
And even with Hep-C and a shaved bush...
(I don't remember baby girl, tell me, did i fuck you?)
And even with a gang of kids and a mustache...
(It's a mother fuckin shame I can't remember if I fucked you)
We put the...
We put the...
We put the F in fam I put the C in click
And show hot rides and nice big tits...
I like the Juggalettes with the big breastes...
No panties on under their sundresses...
Crossin their legs just to keep you guessin...
And got everybody in the house stressin...
You press up your pussy and you feel your peach...
Cause you're dressed for action but you're too good to speak...
Type of bitch that likes to meet on the down low...
Get a couple shots of Red Bull and watch her go...
They're always callin you a good time sally...
Cause you ate up on his asshole in the alley...
Same bitch used to playing suckers for drinks...
Dancin half naked in the club till her pussy stinks...
.........dead and straight rotten...
Cuz she swallowed more nut than a fiend poppin oxycotton...
And even with a rotten mouth and a dirty bush...
(Now you give me half a chance i probly coulda fucked you)
And even with the clap and some nuts on your back...
(We're really not sure, but i think that i can fuck you)
And even with Hep-C and a shaved bush...
(I don't remember baby girl, tell me, did i fuck you?)
And even with a gang of kids and a mustache...
(It's a mother fuckin shame I can't remember if I fucked you)
We put the...
We put the...
We put the F in fuck I put the P in penis...
And backhand hos like i'm playin tennis...
I like the Juggalettes with the pretty faces...
Alternative broads with mix-matched shoe laces...
Backpack covered in patches from Hot Topic...
(Little in the back but she know how to drop it)
Everything pierced with studs and barbells...
Fishnet pantyhose with black fingernails...
Same bitch fucked everyone up in my crew...
And has spanned off fuckin dudes in other groups too...
She's got a nickname, it's called gang-bang...
You get her drunk, and everybody will get laid...
Strap your shit cause that bitch is sour...
Tell that ho to go and take a shower...
I'm just sayin ain't all innocent...
And some of them hos will have you ass sittin in the clinic...
This means you bitch, this means you...
This means you bitch, this means you...
This means you bitch, this means you...
This means you bitch, this means you...
And even with a rotten mouth and a dirty bush...
(Now you give me half a chance i probly coulda fucked you)
And even with the clap and some nuts on your back...
(Really i'm not sure, but i think that i can fuck you)
And even with Hep-C and a shaved bush...
(Quit playin with me girl, and tell me, did i fuck you?)
And even with a gang of kids and a mustache...
(It's a mother fuckin shame I can't remember if I fucked you)
You dirty, dirty, dirty ass bitch...
You're rotten. Rotten mouth...
Stankin like garlic butter and shit...
All spread up with some crabs...
Some salmon patties...
Straight up outta mother fuckin Long John Silver's...
You stank. You stank you dirty bitch...
You still nasty.
Man i thought they call me nasty, she's really nasty y'all...
She's really fucked up...
Shovin mother fuckin 40 bottle up in her mother fuckin cooch n shit...
Man, you won't believe this shit...
And even with a rotten mouth, and a dirty bush...
With the heart and grace of florida evans
As a family We will rise the fuck up and ride on all
You bitch ass tricks
You motherfucker ain't safe
You motherfucker ain't safe
You motherfucker ain't safe (not at all)
Because we ride in '06 and infinity
[verse 1:]
Bitch yiou aint gotta like my shit my shit
Is so real sometimes that its down right ridiculous
Fictional sometimes when telling the tale
What can I say? Drama sells . you don't like it go to hell…ummm
I try to tell them but they just don't listen
See they be knowing the words it the message they missing
But its cool
You can go and bump it till u get your fill
And imma keep on working up on this deal
(bitch I represent the underground like a sewer drain motherfucker
And with my motherfucking fam on my side..you cant see me!!)
You motherfuckers ain't safe
You motherfuckers ain't safe (not at all)
You motherfuckers ain't safe
You motherfuckers ain't safe (not at all)
[verse 2:]
You can jack this beat and you can jack these rhymes
And you can jack this dick 3 or 4 good times
But its cool
You don't really want no beef
With all them nights tossing and turning
And losing all that sleep
If I like your shit
Then im jocking too much
And if I hate your shit
Im cockblocking and such
Im just being me and you should just be being you and not worried about
What the fuck im about to do
You motherfuckers ain't safe
You motherfuckers ain't safe (not at all)
You motherfuckers ain't safe
You motherfuckers ain't safe (not at all)
(I pledge my alliegence to the motherfucking fam
From the first day to the motherfucking end
And all you mainstream bitches better cover your dome
Because im coming)
[verse 3:]
The fuck u think im stupid?
Im serious ho
Im innovative walking the footsteps of my big bro
And don't let nobody shank me
From what I wanna bring
Call it having heart in the product your distributing
They say we polluting the eardrums of some
I say fuck em we got a job and
Best believe we gonna get it done
Weak bitches this is not for you
Turn it down, turn it off
Copycats you too!
If you down with the underground
Lemme see your hands up
(tell them other motherfuckers
Shut the fuck up) lemme see your hands up
If you down with the underground
Lemme see your hands up
(tell them other motherfuckers
Shut the fuck up) lemme see your hands up
If you down with the underground
Lemme see your hands up
(tell them other motherfuckers
Shut the fuck up) lemme see your hands up
If you down with the underground
Lemme see your hands up
(tell them other motherfuckers
Shut the fuck up) lemme see your hands up
[Jamie Madrox:]
You expect me to be young and dumb 'cause of my appearance
I'm walking with the dead, and talking to the spirits
Open is a ear when a nigga broadcast
Hidden between the channels the remote pass
You don't have to ask, I understand you're scared
Sitting at the table you so eagerly prepared
Are you ready?
Here's the world in a nutshell
Evil is everywhere, everybody got a place in Hell
And Heaven's gates are tall and strong
And the Father is forgiving for however you wrong
If you think
life is a game of chance,
be prepared to throw down when it's time to dance
If you're young enjoy it, cause your youth is gold
Never waste time, every single day you grow old
Written is a page in the Book for you
And hard times and bad luck to see what you would do
[Chorus:]
Now we look to the sky for the light and truth
I'll see you again in the morning
Now we look to the sky for the light and truth
I'll see you again in the morning
You're a machine
That's not really what I mean,
what I mean is if you're programmed tight
ya might not malfunction
Taught to be militant, given education so never be an idiot
If ya never wanna be a nothing forever,
ya better stop all that talk and get your shit together
Ya gotta think
And take into consideration all the people,
all the problems that they facing
You don't understand what your own life about,
so how the fuck you supposed to help
another mothafucka out?
Ya got bills piling up a mile high, got a card in the mail says some family died
And now you're stressed
Pressure is a bitch, you can go on like a sucker,
stay and be victorious
Written is a page in the Book for you
And hard times and bad luck to see what you would do
[Chorus:]
Now we look to the sky for the light and truth
I'll see you again in the morning
Now we look to the sky for the light and truth
I'll see you again in the morning
Raging is a way to escape
But I remind you that when you come back
it's still gonna be the same way
It's up to you
Now what you gonna do?
You can cry to the world and tell them
you played the fool,
but nobody cares
We all got problems of our own, man
And you're so crazy that's it's hard to hold it down, and some of us break and fall apart
And some of us just pause and we need to restart
Thinking
Process of a man to evolve and create
and conquer what he can
Living in a world where the elevated live well
The population double daily in Hell
And having all that gotta weigh the soul
Gotta have a mothafucka wanna lose control
Written in the Book is a page for you
And hard times and bad luck to see what you would do
[Chorus:]
Now we look to the sky for the light and truth
I'll see you again in the morning
Now we look to the sky for the light and truth
My style is evident I adapt to formats
And metamorph for combat like a battle rap
My mouth's a gat and I'm clapping it off
You get hit with a slug you better die, shake it off
I never freestyle, fuck a free rhyme 'til
I'm paid like puffy you gonna have to pay for mine
I'm steady on the grind and I don't care
What you rep or who you roll with
I make dough and focus on my own shit
You hating bitches worry about the next man
I never pay attention when I'm focused on the game plan
My shit is heavy, it'll hold its own weight but I
Brought some duct tape just in case shit breaks
'Cause u know how shit goes sometimes
When you flip the script
And it blows somebody's mind but I keep on doing
What I do like they told me and never let the stress and bullshit fold me
[Chorus:]
Keep on doing what you do
Nod your head if you hear and you're feeling it too
Keep on doing what you do
Can't stop, can't quit, won't stop, man fuck you
Never going to stop doing this
Never going to quit doing this
If it don't bang it ain't knocking
As long as the mic on I'mma continue to rock
[verse 2:]
They call me one of the newest and truest to
Extend digits and wrap 'em around a mic
While anhilating you punk bitches…
I'm vicious like a dog with rabid jaws
So if I lock on it's gonna be hard to shake me off
If it bleeds it can be killed and so on..
Raise up, get gone or get sprayed like krylon
I'm an artist and depending on the tool that I use
I can swiss cheese you and your dudes from the living room
That ain't me I don't even roll like that and to keep
It completely real I don't hold a gat but I know cats with
Rap sheets long as your arm that'll put you in the ground if you're meaning me harm
You ain't hard, you the same as me, both having a dream trying
To make it a reality but I keep on doing what I do
Like they told me and never let the stress
Or bullshit fold me
[chorus:]
Keep on doing what you do
Nod your head if you hear and you're feeling it too
Keep on doing what you do
Can't stop, can't quit, won't stop, man fuck you
Never going to stop doing this
Never going to quit doing this
If it don't bang it ain't knocking
As long as the mic on I'mma continue to rock
[verse 3:]
Everybody spits rhymes but yours are not like mine
Mine are colored green and yours are shaped like stop signs
My mind's so advanced it competes with itself,
I got a need to believe I can achieve more
Than wealth, health, and dental; I'm in it
To win it and then some, rubbing on my
Balls looking like im fittin' to cum
Nope, nope, splash.
Im not the ultimate but I'm heaven sent
And hell bent to drop shit like
An ill poet with no books or scripture
That soothe the mind in me is like an elixir
Can you picture do you lack at the talent
To walk tightrope with just an umbrella to keep balance
Tip the skills, lock tip drills, go deep in they pocket
For silicone and highheels but, I keep on doing what I do
Like they told me and never let the stress
Or bullshit fold me
[Chorus:]
Keep on doing what you do
Nod your head if you hear and you're feeling it too
Keep on doing what you do
Can't stop, can't quit, won't stop, man fuck you
Never going to stop doing this
Never going to quit doing this
If it don't bang it ain't knocking
As long as the mic on I'mma continue to rock
Keep on doing what you do
Nod your head if you hear and you're feeling it too
Keep on doing what you do
Can't stop, can't quit, won't stop, man fuck you
Never going to stop doing this
Never going to quit doing this
If it don't bang it ain't knocking
Hey phatty phat phat
Phatty phat phat
What you got for us
Hey phatty phat phat
Phatty phat phat
What you got for us
I'm sick eating jellow mix straight up out the packet
While wearin a brown leather Indiana Jones jacket
I'm not the run of the mill or flash of the pan
Keyed up like Jim Hailwit with tight wrist bands
I'm like a mix of Zartan, Batman and Hob Goblin
The multiple man metamorphosisin and transformin
Abuse a mic like a junkie would do a drug
As I smack my head against the wall and catch me a buzz
No sound, sounds like this does here
And if you're quiet you can hear the music crawlin in my ears
I'll split your melon with a mallet like I'm Gallagher's brother
And if it wasn't for talent we'd be some broke mother fuckers
I'm a cannibal I'm salted and twisted while eatin pretzels
Screaming eat beef stabbin you with dinner utensils
I'm under pressure like a paper weight
Sick minds are curved so we have a hard time getting things straight
[x2:]
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
Phatty phat phat (what)
What you got for us (I'm phat they call me phatso)
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
Phatty phat phat (what?)
What you got for us (straight up ass hole)
Yo I'm a giant like a said and hold my subliminal visuals
In the shape of and individual pissed off
And lookin to lift off the rocket launch and blast off
In to outer space where the stars be at
I'm phat they call me phatso straight up ass hole
Say my big Mac boxes could build my Mac ass a castle
A sick son of a bitch and dirty bastard
My product is toxic so they label it biohazard
Hasn't it been a while since you wanted to crank the dial to ten plus
And bust the speakers and rip the cones
Blown like the minds of those
Who been exposed to the frigid and frosty flows
Fillin a hole in the soul feelin out of control
Enough to wanna wrap your ride around a phone pole
I'm loco and grandee like a luchador
Pullin airial manoeuvre's at three hundred pounds or more
[x2:]
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
Phatty phat phat (what)
What you got for us (I'm phat they call me phatso)
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
Phatty phat phat (what?)
What you got for us (straight up ass hole)
[x3:]
What you got for us
[x4:]
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
Phatty phat phat (what)
What you got for us (I'm phat they call me phatso)
Hey phatty phat phat (oh)
Phatty phat phat (what?)
What you got for us (Straight up ass hole)
[x5:]
What you got for us
What you got for us
What you got for us
[Chorus: x3]
Mashed potatos, we're unable to row, riding on a gravy boat
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh gravy boat!
[Jamie Madrox:]
We run shit like constipation on Ex-Lax
All up in your pocket like Uncle Sam and the income tax
Can you relax when shit is run a mile a minute?
Play the industry like pussy,
grab your dick and get up in it
(Are you in it to win it?)
As we prevail, with shit so obese
that it's tipping the scale
I been to Hell, heavy hot mothafucka
walking the Earth since child birth
Never went to school, and when I did, I ate my homework
Never played a fool, and if I did, I was a poser
You can't blame a nerd for trying to get closer
(Now I'm the poster boy!)
For geeks and freaks and chainsaw murderers
that seldom ever sleep
They call me Stay-Puft Marshmellow
Man cause I was so fat my arms
looked like they were sectioned off in rubber bands
Would it ever change?
I prayed and hope it
Throw a scoop of mash potatos,
see the chorus for the gravy boat
[Chorus: x3]
Mashed potatos, we're unable to row, riding on a gravy boat
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh gravy boat!
[Monoxide Child:]
I'm on D!
Obstruction of justice and all that
Fuck the cops, where my mothafucking dogs at?
Your corner boy with the teddy bear nose,
and the fake ass asortment of hoes
I'm changing clothes like a true scrub, maybe twice a week
And smoking weed till my eyeballs bleed
Once I hit the Lotto
Crazy money, millions and G's,
and then I split that shit on the trees
Treat me like the freak I am
Don't ever route me on a tour to Japan,
I base it all up on my sound scan
So glad you leave my tastebuds fiending, with a slow jam singing, and some fake thug clinging to ya
I see the gangstas just walk on through,
and ain't a mothafucking thing you can do
Shit, my brain blew out on concrete,
but my feet keep moving to another beat
Like the Jedi Luke Skywalker
[Chorus: x3]
Mashed potatos, we're unable to row, riding on a gravy boat
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh gravy boat!
[musical interlude]
[Chorus: x3]
Mashed potatos, we're unable to row, riding on a gravy boat
LYRICS FROM: Billy Decker
ALBUM:Phatso
You Ever Been About To Fuck A Bitch,
And Before You Take Her Pants Off You Can Smell Her Pussy In The Air?
What About The Hotels Dawg?
Everybody been to the hotel, got in the room,
And shit in the toilet,
Dick hair on the seat,
And somebody blood on the towel.
Well this shit here for you.
(Jamie Madrox)
Carbonation and puss bubbles in open wounds,
Hospitals and old men that
Chew stuff and spit chew,
Old bitches that smell like a fish hut,
They sit up at the mall on they break ache butt,
Butt crust and scabs,
Even secrections too,
There's a lot of weird people that live in the world we do,
They jack off in they rides, while watchin' the ladies walk by,
They go in the store and touch every product inside,
I say nobody sees it,
And they act like it's a long shot,
Is there a pubic hair floatin' in my pop,
Is there a toe nail in the coleslaw again,
From them sick bitches workin' up at Kentucky Fried Chicken,
The mother fuckers hate me and I know that they do,
Because they have to get to work when my ass come through,
And if you,
Spit in my food Imma kill you dude,
I know it might seem harsh,
But I'm Feelin' a strange mood to,
(Chorus)(4x)
They keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on, Freeks Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
Runnin' bumper to bumper in rush hour traffic,
Ain't got no hood ornament, I got an asshole magnet,
And it attracts every half ass and dead beat,
Who wanna pump they breaks like they want they trunk in they back seat,
And who is this tryin' to commit suicide,
You a grown ass man and you ridin' a fuckin' bike at night,
With dark clothes like you got a death wish,
Get your punk ass on the sidewalk punk bitch,
And this mother fucker crossing the street is takin' forever,
Like he tryin to figure out which side of the street he likes better,
Better pick fast if I press the gas,
And plus I'm goin' so fast
That Imma swerve and clip his ass,
And this cop is in my rearview pullin' me over,
And if I roll the window down he gonna smell thee aroma,
He's out there reachin' for his gun,
I put my hands on the hood,
Anyway you paint it,
The situation is no good.
(Chorus)(4x)
They keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on, Freeks Me Out,
(Jamie Madrox)
Pshychiatrist and doctors in hotel beds,
Bitches who hit blunts after they give head,
Sick fucks are the ones that I hate the worst,
Lookin' at young bitches while stroking their coin purse,
Nurse and a cup of coffee that's black and ice cold,
It was hot when he bought it three hours ago though,
He got a dish plate size nut stain on his pants,
And he roaming a single column in search of finding some ass,
And the mother fuckers sit at home behind computer screens,
And discuss dirty sex wit a kid that's only thirteen,
You Sick Bitch!
I hope I never catch you right,
Imma slit your throat wit the jagged edge of a survial knife,
Its fucks like this that make me worry tough,
And have every parent in the world ready to handcuff,
They kids,
And keep em' on a short leash and near,
But ain't no place safe cause sick fucks are everywhere.
(Chorus)(4x)
They keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on freakin' me out,
They keep on freakin' me out,
DIIIE
Giving my soul to hell,
And tell Heaven I did my best.
One love to family
To Juggalos
And fuck tha rest
I'm tired of all these snakes and demons leaches on the vein,
I've bled enough and now these bitches bout to feel tha pain.
You know you name the haters been and with a point of view,
Pussy mother fuckers talkin shit but never had a clue.
Come with your attitude cocksucka fuck yo life.
I tie you to a chair and make you watch me fuck your wife.
I'm just trying to catch you slippin like a bar of soap,
I catch you while you sleepin fast
And then I slit your throat.
I watch you bleed and gargle choking for your last breath,
Then close the wound apply some pressure to delay ya death.
See what it means your whole existance don't mean shit to me,
It ain't nothing but time to kill to make you history.
And all you had to do was to keep your fucking trap closed.
But now you got your hands folded,
Clutched onto a single rose.
[Backup singers:]I'll take your life
Right here tonight
You want to try, DIE!
[Chorus: Boondox]Just close your eyes,
Say your last good-byes.
Get down on your knees,
Dry them eyes bitch and make your peace.
[Jamie Madrox:]OK Jamie not a hater,
If I was it ain't no killin me.
I live forever
Never die
Surviving off the infamy
Miss me with that everbody wants me dead same ol'
And switch my hatchet to a target hanging off my cable.
If you critisize my fashion you faggot like Tim Gunn,
I'm a Juggalo scrub,
It's that since day one.
So kill the hater,
Replicator,
Dissin with a foul tounge.
Take my magic marker and blacken his fuckin left lung,
With my box-cutter I'm a cut his eyes wide
And with broken pieces of mirror replacin both his eyes.
Got a demon inside that's been along for the ride,
Since the release of my first LP back in 95.
Ever since that day
I've been embracin the hate
And basically not givin a fuck
Wut none of ya'll say.
So fuck ya'll bitches
Black flowers up on your casket
You get what you deserve
Burn in hell hatein bastards
[Backup singers:]I'll take your life
Right here tonight
You want to try, DIE!
[Chorus: Boondox]Just close your eyes,
Say your last good-byes.
Get down on your knees,
Dry them eyes bitch and make your peace.
[Boondox:]I see the shit ya pullin
Lookin like a trailer hitch,
Come to your hood with goons
And snatch you out your trailer bitch.
Put on your knees and close your eyes
Wait for the execution.
Some call this first degree
But I call it my retribution.
Ya had your chance to keep the sun
And now your in the rain,
I be the Skarcrow but you the one who missin brains.
I put the barrel to the bone
And now your so fucked
Two times eleven to yadome now ya outta luck.
So many times I spit just dwellin thinking of the day
Up to the point I sit for hours thinkin of away
To make you suffer
Make ya blood spill like the wine.
Six feet up underneath the ground
Have ya smellin tha pine.
Thats how we do punk bitch with a ___ mouth
Lost in the woods till you discovered by a boy scout
Stupid mother fucker what was you thinking
Now ya body in the bushes
Like this rottin of the stinkin
[DIE CHANT w/]
[Backup singers:]I'll take your life
Right here tonight
You want to try, DIE!
[Chorus: Boondox]Just close your eyes,
Say your last good-byes.
Get down on your knees,
