Tostão Filmography

• O Ano em Que Meus Pais Saíram de Férias
  2006, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Pelé Eterno
  2004, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Chico E As Cidades
  1999, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Futebol
  1998, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Futebol Total
  1974, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Tostão - A Fera de Ouro
  1970, role: actor , character name: Himself
• IX FIFA World Cup 1970
  1970, role: actor , character name: Himself

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Rock the Dead - Twiztid
• Second Hand Smoke - Twiztid
• World - Twiztid
• Wig Split (Jalapeno & Nacho Dip Mix) - Twiztid
• Whatz That!?! - Twiztid
• Wet Dreams - Twiztid
• Whatthefuck - Twiztid
• Where Itz Goin Down - Twiztid
• We Don't Die (Non Rock Version) - Twiztid
• Vintage Interview With Monoxide - Twiztid
• Renditions Of Reality - Twiztid
• Unrational - Twiztid
• The World Is Hell - Twiztid
• Manikin - Twiztid
• Liquid Friend - Twiztid
• Static - Twiztid
• Something Wierd - Twiztid
• Stardust - Twiztid
• Shock & Awe - Twiztid
• Spin The Bottle - Twiztid
• Somebody's Dissin U - Twiztid
• So High - Twiztid
• Smoke Break - Twiztid
• She Ain't Afraid - Twiztid
• Story Of Our Lives - Twiztid
• Off The Chain - Twiztid
• Put It Down (Blaze) - Twiztid
• Maniac Killa - Twiztid
• Madness - Twiztid
• Murder Murder Murder - Twiztid
• Monster's Ball - Twiztid
• Listen! - Twiztid
• Monster - Twiztid
• Meat Cleaver - Twiztid
• Marsh Lagoon - Twiztid
• Know Good - Twiztid
• Keep it Movin' - Twiztid
• Karma - Twiztid
• I Wanna Be Batman - Twiztid
• Hound Dogs - Twiztid
• Hydro - Twiztid
• How I Live - Twiztid
• How Does It Feel - Twiztid
• Gravy Boatz - Twiztid
• Freekshow Intro 2 - Twiztid
• Hom-Sha-Bom - Twiztid
• Feel This - Twiztid
• Frankenstein - Twiztid
• Get It Right - Twiztid
• Whatthefuck!?!? (Extra Crispy Mix) - Twiztid

Why don't you play with your friends?
They're all dead, dead, dead...
Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
Come on
Space and beyond
Mind of an idiot
I stoles your headstone from your grave plot
Conscience and confused
Seen tomorrows dreams on tonights news
Fallin through a hole in the sky
Will I die?
You know the time multiplied with this life, love, and lies
Steppin in the darkness
Walkin through my conscience
Like an android I remain heartless
Underground, and mental know me well
Bring it to the white lights of the depths of Hell
Walk through the time flux hand and hand with clear mind
Chords are harmonious like the rhythm of windchimes
Peel back the rind and examine the fruit
Rotten to the core buried in they best suits
Maggots crawling on they face,
Eyes sunk in they head
Throw your fuckin arms up and rock the dead
Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
Come on
Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead
And all we wanna do is rock the dead
So many thoughts runnin all through my head
But the only one that's clear is rock the dead
Screamin like AHH!
I can't even take it no more
Release the straps from my jacket and let me go
Ill medication got my whole body shakin
Making an escaping
But they gonna keep on chasing
I'm facing off with the world and the planet
Nigga hoe
Buried alive like good goddamnit
It ain't a living thing
It's a no fuck giving thing
Bring the pain
And I'ma bleed with the rain
Insane when I leave this bitch
I got the whole world screaming out
YOU AIN'T SHIT!
They'll be the wrong one's you can bet
I don't know why you hide your face
Cause I'm coming for your neck
Get hard on the plot
What you got?
Should I cut your head off on the spot?
A whole pile of dead bodies I'm on top
Me and my man rockin the dead like UHH non-stop
Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
Come on
Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead
And all we wanna do is rock the dead
So many thoughts runnin all through my head
But the only one that's clear is rock the dead
Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead
And all we wanna do is rock the dead
So many thoughts runnin all through my head
But the only one that's clear is rock the dead
Think about it a hundred years from now
It was all different people livin on the planet
Now they dead
200 years ago it was a whole nother posse
Now they dead
The dead probably out number the living 10,000 to 1
A hundred years from now we'll be dead
So fuck that! I'ma run with the muthafuckin dead
Got my vision on you point blank range
Strange look coming cause I'm in all black
And I'll be rockin with an axe
Everyday life how I'm livin
Cemetary walks, and grave diggin
Sacrifice another victim
You can hear me screaming through the trees and the woods
Hang myself on a higher branch if I could
Gotta get em out
Gotta get these sick thoughts outta my head
So I been rockin the dead
Some of my best friends are dead
If you're cool with Monoxide, Violent J, Shaggy, and Evil Ned
Serial killas from the West and the East
And all the dead muthafuckas from here to Greene street
Fuck it if you're missing some limbs and patches of hair
Nod your bald head and throw your nubs in the air
I wanna see zombies just and scream aloud
And kill every live muthafucka in the crowd
Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
Take it
Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead
And all we wanna do is rock the dead
So many thoughts runnin all through my head
But the only one that's clear is rock the dead
Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead
And all we wanna do is rock the dead
So many thoughts runnin all through my head
But the only one that's clear is rock the dead
Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise(Rock the dead!)
Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead
And all we wanna do is rock the dead
So many thoughts runnin all through my head
But the only one that's clear is rock the dead
Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead
And all we wanna do is rock the dead
So many thoughts runnin all through my head
But the only one that's clear is rock the dead
Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead
And all we wanna do is rock the dead
So many thoughts runnin all through my head
But the only one that's clear is rock the dead
Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead
And all we wanna do is rock the dead
So many thoughts runnin all through my head

"FREE YOUR MIND!"
[Jamie Maddrox]
I represent the eastside no peace.
Fuck the police.
We tell you to increase in diease.
At least a grown man tellin ya somethin that he believes.
Practicin the decieve no more tricks up my sleeve.
What the fuck bitch.
What bitch!
Why you talkin shit.
Betta duck bitch before you gonna get hit.
This shit is twiztid deeper than that ol' french braid.
??
Kick it!
[Monoxide Child]
Everybody else still talkin bout somethin.
What you thought you heard bitch can it cause your frontin.
Dead wrong.
Dinner table conversations.
Leavin you pistol whipped in the corner wit abbrations.
Part of the contamination of mindstate.
Sleepin in a dream, hopin its gone when I awake.
Mama think im a play on type of serial killa.
Fruit loop outta my mind like godzilla.
We survive like catapilla's.
And cocoons and caskets.
Stretchin the industry like elastic.
Southern ?tatics?
Like the newport cigerette that I smoke.
Hit the motha fucka till I choke.
I brag and both about nothin.
Death, die and ho's fuckin.
So understand that he's sayin somethin.
Never be heard im underground.
With the dirt and grime.
Slashing hands be my reason for rhymes.
Im long time like a motha fucka.
Leavin ya hangin in the chorus.
Standin in some comfretable shit like Chuck Norris.
Check the chorus, second hand smoke when you bleed.
Remember when I told you to always believe.
You relieve outta monoxide child a while.
Travel the world on 9 clouds, screamin loud!
[Chorus 2x]
Free your mind! Breath it in Second Hand Smoke!
[Jamie Maddrox]
You homey bitches wanna shut me down.
Pull the plugs on the microphones, hatin on an individual.
Handle Mr. Bones.
Choke this niggas ?hate own? or they dead blown.
If they are turn this motha fucka up and mash on.
As we blast on bitch ass niggas at a fast rate.
Growin at a fast pace.
Change my heart rate.
Lookin death in the face and I dont even shutter.
If my women starts cheatin, motha fuck her up, bitch!
Im off a ?shelve? Green weed, fame and wealth.
So take your ho's and dreams and put that shit back up on the shelve.
Cause we rollin ??
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Takin ?? with these. Growin trees.
Lookin chinese.
Hopin that the cops aint tellin me.
Tryin ??? house.
Nigga pass the blunt before you pass out.
Cause now its on.
Pushin hubcats.
Patrollin the hood, so fuck that.
Heard this shit and this shit is all wack.
Plannin me a attack cause we move when its dark at night.
Believe the rumors cause they probally all right.
On a side like concealed weapons and drug trades.
Barricade the doors for the raid.
And in the shade.
With the sawed off double barrel pump.
Lookin for motha fuckas that wanna jump.
Cause I got thirteen bullets in my pocket Im a madman.
My trigger finger turnin suckas to sand.
[Chorus 2x]
[Monoxide Child]
No destruction and head trauma.
You cant even see the drama.
I get the personna from marijuana.
At night.
I lay stress with no place to go.
All by my lonely.
Screamin now fuck that chump.
So go ahead and talk junk.
I love the smell.
Player hate me cause I smoke burn in hell.
This shit aint for everybody.
I live to severe bodies.
So meloncholy is just a foley.
And im out!
[Chorus 8x]

I...
You can catch a buzz off me from smoking the reazin off my bong
And disappear in the dark like the smoke in my lungs
Now will you walk with me
Take a chance when the faces all talk to me
Or when they callin me
My eyes closed and I can't see straight, now it's pitch black
Can't breathe and I can't move like a heart attack
Hung ova, stoned sober
my last guy crashed and burned so game over
Control over a parallel you can't even fuck with
Cast half the spells and burn you in the dark shit
Crossed over with my faith in God
Stigmata, bleedin from the hole in my arm
I'm hangin from ropes and chains with my veins all cut up
In a puddle of blood, monoxide, bitch, what up
Realm walker through the smoke I come
Drank the ? with green eyes and sippin on blood
What if the world couldn't get any worse than this?
It just did it just did it just did it just did
You're starin at a homicidal maniac straight out his biskit
you never know how deep shit can get until you're knee deep in it
So come along and witness things
Dark enough to mainstream
Sendin eyes wander through the tunnels
Of your blood veins
And if yall didn't know ? for hoes
Ain't no love for trolls
Better roll for you get stole on
Better, better get gone
'Fore I grab this axe start hittin your ass the way I usually hit this bong
Hit this moist and coochie
when I speak on point like se 'er fuck your 9 millimeter
Real stupid, your killaz carry an axe
either in our hands or in the haters back watch em drip like candle wax
Caught up in the wicked web created by the light of them
and now your homies dead I think you better call an ambulance
Talkin that, walkin that, can't nobody
fuck with me but now you're on your back and labeled just another casualty
Time is running out for the planet Earth. ?
you will make it, in society, or out of it
What if the world couldn't get any worse than this?
Time is running out for the planet Earth
What if the world couldn't get any worse than this
You'll make it, in society or out of it
Comatose (what?) fucked up on drugs
scatter brain from an infection I got my blood
monoxide bless the dead up (bitch what), hold it down
keep these weak bitches from double crossin the underground
My space, my world, and my way
and I'm a ? big dog so bitch don't play ( eat a ?)
My reflection is insanity that's all that I can see
that's all that I can really truly be (yeah)
Brought up in a world of lies and hypocrites and tension
where copy cats are waiting to perpetrate you invention (damn)
so listen up and lend an ear, here, you can borrow mine
livin for yesterday and today will tomorrow find (hey)
a place where people will understand
it ain't the chips that make the man
it's the spirit heart and action
And you can try and argue with that
While me and monoxide split this pack

(Monoxide)
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 sleeping
Everybody constantly creeping
Feeling so weak and I can't see them
My conscience keep leaving me
Falling in and out
Waking up in puddles of sweat and cotton mouth
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, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
(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
(Chrous)
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
(Monoxide)
My life is falling 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
(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 (x3)
Tell these motherfuckers what we talking about
(Chorus Repeats Till End)
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka

Microphone check, 1, check 2 now what dat feel like?
They say were just a couple in the way, ass, talkin way too fast, and all our shit it sound
like trash.
You cant see us, replicate us and try to be
us,envonius swab meet, twoo stripe adidas, now what
choo holdin down, dog yo whole style is sunk, yo
rhymes is wack yo shit dont bump, you say im hatin,
hell naw im jsut tellin teh deal, and since i hate you
then i dont give a fuck how you feel, we keep ya dead
jumpin, put yo hands up in the air, you can diss the
un-real, cuz the un-real dont really care,we dont give
a fuck, load bodies off in the trunk,everyday is
prolly the 13th wit bad luck, somehow we made it
through, dont know how, somehow we do, without relyin
on radios or interviews, where my killas at? Middle
fingers in the air, and we spreadin the numbers
everyday so be prepared.
What thats? thats what its like, and I dont want
nobody to know, (nobody)
What's that? thats what its like and I dont want nobody
to know (nobody)
I cut ya eye ball out wit an exact-o blade, you still
couldnt see my freek show my state, levitate up in
the middle of the room and have everybody shakin in
they kung-fu shoes, i got, madrox wit me packin a
bowl, I got, 17 keepin one in the hole, I got a ,
stash spot that I keep on the low, in case I gotta put
in work on a bitch ass Jugghoe, people sending me the
death threats, but i got somethin for you fake ass
bitches better believe that, my axe swinging I got ya
blood on my face, witcha body still floppin cut in
half at the waist, its like, deeper than a mad man,
shit it aint nouttin to lose but my shell and you can
have dat, never void, muhfucka never die, wit tha axe
and the pistol representin the East Side
we got the dialect, to dialate yo intellect, we teach
of love and hate without no textbook or no internet,
we stomp on waves(waves) play in the graves (graves)
adn the take the minds of poserless and knee it at
your face, Man define minda frames, everyone is king,
and the pressures of the world are crumbled by teh
words we sing, I ain't content Im pissed and sick off
all this bullshit we all up in yo face, run up on this
Geractric
WE aint the trance or the millenium, I cann tell ya
dat, you can keep that freestyle rap and back back, we
are the drama seekers, lookin for non -believers, we
walk and water and clouds, and slit the dream weavers,
I hope ya glad to meet us, now get a blaze up, you
jsut a hounddog, stalk bitch, so raise up, you outta
mind outta body, outta spirt, outta rhyme, sneak up on

D12, Twiztid, and Bizzare, east side baby, sex on my mind
Yeah its time to get romantic (come here slut) romantic-ish
Man i'm gonna let her sip the nut up out my cock
10 more strokes till i bust and plus i'm pumping it double time
Who's is jiggelin more hers or mine?
Sweatin like i'm liftin weights
They love my banana and i love shovin it in and out of they soft face
I like it when they freaky-deaky
They lick they lips and tell me that they wanna see me naked from the hips down
Oh don't start no shit now
Come stick it in ya mouth show me what you all about
I'ont even know ya name girl
But i know that yous a pro at somethin
Took me clean to the grapes with butter flyin on her own muffin
Dripin down her leg with execitement and juice
Rubbin my sack pullin hard hoping that i'ma cut loose
I pop like a bottle o'martini and raw
See i spunked i coated her tongue and body
Woke up with my dick stuck to the bedsheet
I aint fucked no down beast
I'm a victim of wet dreams
It makes makes me feel so good
I can't help but explode everytime
I go to sleep and it appears
Always with sex on it's mind
I can't control it but i know
That this shit can't be right
I love to hit don't be fooled
I go to sleep every night
Now i was tied up under a vieduct
With cigareete burns on my face
And i'm bein fucked by a known slut
But i'm like so what
The only question that i got is
Can i stick it in her butt
When i'm about to bust a nut
She gets off and start to suck
And just my luck the fuckin cops show up
They scream freeze but she keeps on suckin
Like a fat chick with a 20 piece mcnugget
Now the fuzz is buggin and handcuffin
When all of a sudden she pulls a gun and starts bustin
Asshole naked and i can't escape
Now who the fuck said it no fun to get raped
Blood set and 4 cops is done
Now she walkin back toward me reloadin the gun
And now she startin back suckin
Mouth hotter that the sun
And just when i'm about to cum
Daydreaming about marrying halle berry
Elton jon fucking the virgin mary
A peepin tom you can find me in rollovers
With a black ski mask and a yellow fur coat
I like gettin my dick sucked and my ass licked
I love gettin it licked i bout just took a shit
I'm at the family reunion i don't know what i'm doin
Tongue is in my aunty my uncle talking about sueing
I'm a fat ass fuck who don't get ass
Thats why most of my time my right hands taking the gass
Bizzare at the marty graw with a chainsaw
Fuckin slap a bitch raw screaming fuck them all
God dammit i love the first date
Fuck the kissin i'm tryin to get my ass hairs ate
Then i'm pissin on the midgets lickin my balls

He just walked up out of the rain
I swear to god that's all it was to it.
I just brought him here.
You have a room for him?
Uh yes 13
Hey can I leave now
Fuck you
It's alright alright it don't matter to me
He's probably listening.
If he is I've got one thing to say
This is the last Halloween for that lousy factory of his
Pretty wild shit going on in their, I I heard rumors
Like what, what'd you hear?
This year I'm gonna get me about a case and a half
Of Malatove cocktails, burn that son of a bitch right down.
Last Halloween for them.
So whatthefuck
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Increase the deceased, will your body rest in peace?)
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Now that your soul get's released when your body rot's)
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (In the grave will you have time to pray?)
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Hoping that your soul will be saved)
Hey yo, fuck everybody that ain't down with us.
Superstars incorporated label us, infamous.
Niggas is ridiculous for trying to replicate our contexts.
Not equivalent to my terror, they suffer broke necks.
Bitch ass niggas is trying to imitate my real-estate.
So me and Monoxide Child we had to migrate
Like ducks in the winter
We sinners with the halos.
Left the company in the dust for lack of payroll.
Now we stable
On our feet, willing and able
To switch it from your groin to your naval
You wanna talk of fables
I turn the tables like the exorcist
Dominate your cerebellum so don't stand next to this
Multiple equation, abrasion to your mindstate
Inquisitive minds and eyes dilate
While I dominate on the underground level
I'm not the devil with no whores, pitchforks or shovels
So can you dig it I be Jamie Madrox bleach white like Mr.Clorox
Be cold like Mr.Thomas but I don't be claiming White Sox
My Louisville Slugger, my weapon for bashing brains
Leavin' competition tangled in chains like I was Pinhead
A Cenobite, livin' at night
Afraid of sunlight
Police told to shoot on sight
You think they might?
If they do I'll return fire at rapid speeds
Show them bitches a trick I got up my sleeve
Increase the deceased
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Increase the deceased, will your body rest in peace?)
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Now that your soul get's released when your body rot's)
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (In the grave will you have time to pray?)
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah. (Hoping that your soul will be saved)
Tell you the truth it's like this
Everybody can suck my dick
And I could give a fuck less bitch.
You ain't shit
And I'ma be the first to tell
I got your family all hostage and they burnin in hell
True, I sold my soul, I never did shit with it
But I could give a fuck about it
So I know that I could live without it.
A constant struggle to get to the top
Increase the deceased, let it pop then watch 'em drop
Pressing the button stopping at nothing
You fuck with grown folks
Kids you better think before you say something
All up your crib, what looking for goods
Scream style muthafuckas with them masks in the hoods
It ain't good remember that
All you suckers on the Internet
Thinking it's cool but we ain't into that.
Sitting in my room alone mad depressed
Relieve the stress by sticking pencils in my chest
God bless a bag of weed
So I can get high and get back at you suckers in music
With some shit to make your ears bleed
Proceed to talk that shit, it's all wack
I'm gonna get high and pay the whole world back
Increase the deceased
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Increase the deceased will your body rest in peace? )
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (Now that your soul is released when your body rot's)
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah (In the grave will you have time to pray?)
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah. (Hoping that your soul will be saved)
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah
So whatthefuck
Whatthefuck bitches I.S.I. in this bitch!

Psychopathic
Twiztid & Blaze runnin' with the muthafuckin' hatchet
And only the three six can match it
So uhh..tell me where's it's at..
Now where it's goin' down?
Now where it's at homeboy?
Whut..whut..whut?
I ain't the type to ask questions
I'm the type of muthafucka ready to trip
On anyone for anything or for the fuck of it
We be the underground, we stay beneath
And sufficate hoes like you when y'all asleep
Now where it's goin' down? Right here right now
And everybody on the north, east, west and south
Y'all better get it up, y'all better represent this shit
Twiztid, triple 6, and blaze you can't fuck with it
You know I ride with the tokah
Quick to make the pappah
Lift this 10 rollin' dirty police in the road block
Niggas have to swallow drugs
Niggas have to fake they mugs
Niggas put they cideron
Claimin' they fuckin' cella phone
All the time we mighta got it
Say they search us on a hella party
If you wanna crawl through this
We separate your soul and body
Wrap your mouth with duct tape nigga
We ain't gon' hope you figa
Where they gonna catch your hidden stash?
Or I'mma have to pull this trigga
Now where it's goin' down?
Now where it's at homeboy?
Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealas
Now where it's goin' down?
Now where it's at homeboy?
Represent until the day that I die for life boy
Now where it's at?
Muthafuckas claimin' to be thug
Can't see me on shit
Whatcha happen with banana clips
I've been dead, been back
Right in the dirty with the bury in a throw away hatch back
Bitch, where ya back sack?
But any minutes I'm tryna elevate
Never under estimate the carjack
I put jail on the map
Twiztid, triple 6, and blaze now go ask them where it's at
I took a zane
I like to split bitches wigs
Splittin' to the right fuckin' keepin' up his kids
Take that nigga wife's sight
Black you in the trunk
This so fuckin' ruff nigga
Gangsta Boo is crumped
What you niggas know about them calicos and blot
Shit they go pop nigga burnin' up your plot
Fuck them fuckin cops callin' I don't giva fuck
Drag you in a mud muthafucka nigga whut?
Now where it's goin' down?
Now where it's at homeboy?
Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealas
Now where it's goin' down?
Now where it's at homeboy?
Represent until the day that I die for life boy
Play me ghetto on a nigga comin straight
Were back were back...hey
Fuckin' up the third word, can't get can't get sprayed
Niggas eyes wide shut
They never see me comin' into the back
But aces is just when I'm gunnin'
Jiggy jiggy jack jack will be rollin' mad car
Haters got me on scoop but they can't get me that far
You gotta try and gotta run or try to head with starts
Fuckin' nigga be most fuckin' niggas be my heart, hoe
What you lookin' at?
I can call it from here
Been underground with the dirt in my eyes for many years
Do the math muthafucka, you can't see the mix?
We don't die, we mutiple with the triple 6
Mersalist territory worldwide
Ridin' down your bitchass block dumpin' drive bys
Blowin' up your haugh now
And leavin' you trapped in the rumble
Fuckin' with us is just trouble
Now where it's goin' down?
Now where it's at homeboy?
Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealas
Now where it's goin' down?
Now where it's at homeboy?
Represent until the day that I die for life boy
Gotta get it quiero
Drop the flower pierro pot on the plat premiero
Redrum I'm head up on the miero fuckin' with the devil
Quote, but they call me lord, copped out very paranoid
All g's in the mode, triple 6 is in the vocal cord
Marijuana scores like a choice runnin' intercourse
You gonna feel the force of the triple 6 is always on
You don't wanna play in here, if I was I'm dumpin' shells
Tie you to the rail, bitch I'll make you a funky smell
From a gangsta's a point of view
I'm asking you how does it feel
To have to will, to rather steal
And shoot it until you kill
Anybody Killa spinnin' twiztid with the three six
Where's it goin' down?
I guess right here so where it's at?
Runnin' with the hatchet
Phamtom swollin' in the back
We put it down for the psycho muthafuckas, I go around
Bumpin' underground everytime we slip into your town
Now where it's goin' down?
Now where it's at homeboy?
Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealas
Now where it's goin' down?
Now where it's at homeboy?
Represent until the day that I die for life boy
Now where it's goin' down?
Now where it's at homeboy?
Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealas
Now where it's goin' down?
Now where it's at homeboy?

We ain't underground by accident
It's only a select few that can handle this
Freek shit!
Apparition of a poltergiest
Blessed with a heart but it's cold as ice
And broken twice
Now I walk with an axe
Dressed in all jet black with contacts
Straight maniac
Warlock
Sam Hain of Salem's Lot
Sand through the hour glass
Tickin' of the clock
If you don't know by now it's too late
We the most serious things on the market since date rape
We the dead, we don't explain or feel pain, bezerko
Keep it underground and maintain
Bitch you better check nuts
I'm doin' voodoo, leave ya '66 for 6 months
Ridin' in a dipped out hearse with gold spokes
Puffin' on a two ton blunt with dead folks
And it's like that
Axe murderers!!
We don't die!!
Serial killas!!
We don't die!!
Freeks of the night!!
We don't die!!
We get high!!
We don't die!!
Comin' up outta the ground from the underground tunnel I dug
To keep away from the mainstream love
I just want somebody to move and get hurt
Got your hole dug deep in the dirt
Can't work
With you bitch muthafuckas makin' love to the press
With a bitch name tatted on your chest
Me and mufuckin' Madrox
Hauntin' the joint
Bringin' death to the people that don't get the point
We don't die....
Uh-huh, we unreal
Just like a seven dollar bill
Voice my opinion regardless of how you feel
Freek shit!!
It ain't about being rich
It's about juggalos and runnin' with lunatics
As long as y'all rock this we won't quit
We do it all for y'all...I mean that shit
Every one of y'all means everything to me
We breathe for y'all, that's why we call it family
Axe murderers!!
We don't die!!
Serial killas!!
We don't die!!
Freeks of the night!!
We don't die!!
We get high!!
We don't die!!
We try to explain
The element of my self inflicted pain
We're not positive and uplifting, fuck you!
Walk a mile in our shoes
Experience hard times and payin' helly dues
Freek shit!!
What I live, what I breathe
Cast out Mutant X like he's diseased
Still they try to ban our sound
Cause supposedly it be resurrectin' the dead from under hollow ground
You in the dead zone, ten points for us
You smellin' cigarette smoke right before your lungs bust
You can't trust 'em
But I can bust 'em in half
And sit back and laugh
At all the shit I did
Can you do that?
Could you school that?
Better yet
I'm the wigged out serial killa type war vet
Freek show!!
Different than the rest
But I love it though
Put you to the test
Axe murderers!!
We don't die!!
Serial killas!!
We don't die!!
Freeks of the night!!
We don't die!!
We get high!!
We don't die!!
Axe murderers!!
We don't die!!
Serial killas!!
We don't die!!
Freeks of the night!!
We don't die!!
We get high!!
We don't die!!
Axe murderers!!
We don't die!!
Serial killas!!
We don't die!!
Freeks of the night!!
We don't die!!
We get high!!
We don't die!!
Axe murderers!!
We don't die!!
Serial killas!!
We don't die!!
Freeks of the night!!
We don't die!!
We get high!!
We don't 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?
You'll see. You'll see. You'll see. You'll see......

When you slip into reality
Hoes wanna straddle me
Playa haters wanna battle me
But I shed em all like calories
Prophecy preacher
Lend your ear and I'll reach ya
And if your willing to be taught I'ma teach ya
I'm not a people person
Truth is I can't stand too many people
So many fake the funk and perpetrate and call me evil
But evil is a harsh word.
Tell the mockingbird that I said it
A man of my word I won't regret it
If I let it get to me like it get to them I'm no better.
The same message over and over with different sender
Playa hatin is an art of a scandalous and shabby person
Some do it oh so well
I'll be damned if they don't rehearse it.
Disperse it to people like me and you everyday
And they expect the common man to turn his cheek and walk away
And now I pray for an end to the madness
No more sadness shall fall to my people
That preside to be the baddest
And all that they do and say
But overshadowed by a cloud turnin night to day
It's so tremendous that you couldn't even walk away
If you chose to
You even supposed to watch the ones you close too
Now that's insane
Tell me will it change
I'm confused, not a thing to lose
This shit is far from positive
And saddens like the booze
Payin dues ain't the only part of duties
That bestowedto the chosen
Spittin lyrics in the microphone
And dodgin playa haters till my temple hit the ceiling
And this how they got a nigga feeling
I done fell into reality
My renditions of reality
Call it bad or good,wrong or right
Believe in me
Believe in me and I'll believe in you
One day it's gonna hit me like a ton of bricks
I'm feeling so sick, one of my dawgs passed and shit
I'm feelin like killin em all
But what's that solve?
He still gonna be dead in the morning, why take the fall
Inside I be so mad I'm finna burst
Instead of a Chevys
My homie's rollin in the back of a hearse.
You know it's worse
It's too hard to cope with some days
Murderous ways leavin me sick and in a daze
Comatose, completely tore up
Nerves be so bad I wanna throw up
I'm bout to blow up
In a rage
I need to talk, nobody wanna listen
On the corner, murder mindstate condition
Overload
Pull the trigger
Stress got the best of suicide
Pour out some liquor
Another grave digga gets paid
Digging a grave for senseless ways .
Keep to ourself and stay paid
All of my dawgs can't die,
I visit the sky and reminisce when I'm high
I'm never gonna lie I got love for my peoples
Dead or Alive
Or we can smoke out in the ride in my memory
Yeah
Reality is just a fragment
A fragment of our souls
My eyes are closed
My head is spinnin
My head is spinnin
I don't know.
This is a musical masterpiece dedicated to down rydas
Keep it in your clique, fuck the Outsiders
People hatin' on everything and everything's the same
Everybody is a player and life is a silly game
It's a damn shame daddy died eleven years today.
I wonder if he know I'm doin' straight
Could you tell him something
If you see my pops before I do
Let him know that he's remembered by my crew
And everyday in my mind, any place, any time
Lookin in the sky for the seventh sign
I walk around, nobody knows what I do
Sealing fates and date rapes
As my body transcends through this portal of life
Smokin blunts, wrongin my rights
I live for the night
Because I melt in the light
Completely out of sight
For facts so unknown
So grotesque never stated on microphones
So alone in this fucked up world, it sucks dick
Everybody got a problem with somethin
Well you can bet
I'll be the last one
More like the last dragon of sorts
To ever let this world contort their way of thinking
It's so essential it gives us all the potential
To take over the world, in our mentals
If I can't live my life the way I wanna live my life
Then why can't I die.
Why can't I die
My renditions of reality
Bad or good, wrong or right
Yeah (Reality is a fragment inside my soul)
Believe in me (My eyes are closed, head spinnin and I don't know
(It's just reality, bad or good, wrong or right
Believe in me and I'll believe in you)
My rendition of reality
(And everything's tight)
Reality is a fragment inside my soul

Depending on the weather, or whether or not I bust you with these lyrics
The rhythm is imbedded in the bass drum, can you feel it?
Nod your head so I know you're down with me
When I'm spitting and preaching on my philosophy
Can I begin with a fuck you
To all of you
Mothafuckers talking shit about me and and my fucking crew
My mind's in space like an astronaut
I'm weighing in a little bigger than a mothafucking juggarnaut
I'm on the edge, down to fold ya
Like a soldier
I'm crazier than Ray Liotta
I thought I told ya
Now I'm here
To paint my lyrics on your ear drums
Your brain is the canvas
Cannibus
I smoke some
Get dome
Ill is my mindstate
I demonstrate
Performance and skills derived from my lyrical traits
I pack the formula to styles like a chemist
Balancing the chemicals and imbreed pecimisst
My appearal, black hat, black shirt
Getting more pussy than Captain Kirk
My fame comes and goes like the threat of war
Ready the troops, feel the wrath of my sword
My tongue cuts your mind with the depth of a razor
Picking off the target with the infrared laser
Breakdown, because I'm ticking like a time bomb
Paranoid, schizophrenic, nervous, never calm
I feel the tension of life, no other way to relieve
Unless I stop for a second and I breathe....
See how it sounds, a little unrational
See how it sounds, a little unrational
See how it sounds, a little unrational
A lot of MC's like to use the word dramatical
Another dimension
I never hesitate to mention
About the Retro Horror Music plus the brain dead;
it causes tension
Inside of my mind because I'm blind to the facts
Of the truth
Troubled times equal pain in a nigga's youth
Shoot
On my boot
For a needle in my vein
Feel the shockwaves travel straight to my brain
And I might be tripping up off the flashbacks
Pessimistic rhyme
Plus the mind
Causes heart attacks
Artifacts
Covered with dirt
In the ground is the bones
Fossils of the past
Follow the path to my haunted home
Once again it's on
Cause I come back from the grave
Diobolical mind in '96, I'm on the rave
Can you contain the metamorphosis of evolution
Eardrums pounding from my loud noise pollution
Confusion
I got more power than Ultraman
and Shazzam
Dramatical
Yes, I'm unrational
See how it sounds, a little unrational
See how it sounds, a little unrational
See how it sounds...
Motivated by the rhythm
To bring life to the instrumental
Taking my abstract sound to another level
And bringin' forth the lyrics that you can't fuck with
And if you smell something stanking, that's me,
cause I'm the shit
Check the hit
A lyricist is my profile
Leaving suckas stanking while I'm stepping in the meanwhile
No smile
Because I'm known to be able
This wicked
Pass me the microphone and watch me kick it
As I dazzle the crowd and compile the rage
With the speed and agility of a hurricane
I'm the man, you know that I'm dramatical
Peep this shit, yo, the tune is unrational
A lot of MC's like to use the word dramatical
See how it sounds, a little unrational
See how it sounds, a little unrational
See how it sounds, a little unrational
A lot of MC's like to use the word dramatical
See how it sounds, a little unrational
See how it sounds, a little unrational
See how it sounds, a little unrational

I can see him walking into class
They are all staring and at some point a couple motherfuckers start to laugh
They're talking about me, but they do it to they friends
Cause they all afraid of what's gonna happen in the end
Now my ears keep ringing only meaning that the Devil sings
And preys on broken wings
I'm not a new thing. consumated out of faith
I've been assembled and created by all of the things you hate
I'm uncontrollable but still I get the last laugh
I got your president's head inside my garbage bag
Be alarmed everybody cause the bird's out
My last warning was last year, the words out
I take revenge of the american mute
And fire bomb on your campaign boost from house roots
And that's the truth as only Twiztid can tell
Make sure it's all covered cause the world is Hell
The world is Hell
I'm hearing what you're saying
But you're faking all that hoping and staying as if its changing
The world is Hell
But change comes from within
Speaking your mind is that another sin from within?
Let's begin with the way that we act death and destruction
Lies, with an axe killing is a function
Taught by the world that they're better than the mind
That through television to the age of 9 is solidified
Little time bombs just waiting to explode
On the whole world turning the world into a hole
And it's your fault so many young are dumb
And turn to drugs and be like "fuck an education"
The homeless starving, strung out and dying
Eating out of garbage cans barely surviving
A lost generation
Stuck somewhere between the real
And the mind and imagination
Some call it Hell
Living life everyday, maybe this is Hell
Evil's everywhere and anyway if you're good you'll go to Heaven
And if you're not you'll be destined to stay alive till the year 2057
The world is Hell
I'm hearing what you saying
But you're faking all that hoping and staying as if its changing
The world is Hell
But change comes from within
Speaking your mind is that another sin from within?
What's the price of betrayal? Pushing D12 through Hell
Time'll tell if I'm nailed to a cross like Christ
Murder's on the mind of many mothafuckas at night
Stevie Wonder wouldn't wanna see the shit that's in sight
The World is Hell, the day the Twin Towers fell
The day the Titanic set sail, the anthrax mail
But who you gonna tell? Nobody's listening nitro-glycerin
Pistols popping and bullet's whistling, the music's twisted
Helluva heavenly, for ever but don't miss it
The World is Hell, two blocks away from where I sleep
Now I lay me down to sleep, my soul the angel's they keep
The World is Hell... The World is Hell...
The world is Hell
I'm hearing what you're saying
But you're faking all that hoping and staying as if its changing
The world is Hell
But change comes from within
Speaking your mind is that another sin from within?
Oh yeah that's right ladies and gentlemen
The only station playing your hot hits
Twiztid, and Esham, "The World Is Hell" remix
Right here on W Hot Mix FM 108.4
On ya hot ass dial, that's right
And we giving away 2 pairs of tickets
To the R. Kelly, Michael Jackson concert
It's gonna be live down at the
"Come on in, and Touch 'Em, Feel 'Em, Grab 'Em" Hotel
Ya gotta be 18 and under with no ID required

I was looking for some shoes, and some brand new shorts
And took a minute to relax, with some snacks in the food
court
I was half way finished, with my value meal
When I spotted this little cutie, with some sex appeal
I winked at her, she gave me a look like I'm a booger
I thought "Bitch, I'd rather spend my money on a hooker"
Then a bright idea, ran across my mind
If I could swipe a manikin, I'd have a freak all the time
No listening to her lip, no putting up with her shit
No having her act a fool, the way them bitches get
So I hid in the clothes rack, at "Frederick's of Hollywood"
And waited until they closed, and it was all good
I snatched this little fine ass, strawberry blonde
With her ass jutted out, with nothin' but some sale panties on
Alarms rang out, I ran to the ride
And stuffed my new, lifeless sex friend, quickly inside
I love a manikin, should I be panicking
I don't know what's happening, but I love her
I'm taking her home
I went to this little traveling, carnival deal
Nothing but a few games, a ferris wheel
Haunted house, bumper cars, and a wax museum
I went through it once, I'll never be the same
She was waxy, sexy, smooth, and scratchable
Hourglass titties, and ass was unmatchable
I waited for us to be alone, and I kissed her
Licked her wax neck, and started caressing her
She don't get old, rosy red and pretty
I'm sneaking her out of here, and taking her with me
To my trailer in the woods, I laid her down gently
I bent her arm upwards, accidentally
I took a box cutter and I made an incision
I carved out a little hole in her, for the neden
It hit it, then I set her toes on fire
And cried, watching her slowly expire
Everyday I see her, when I'm riding to work
Look in the window, just a little shirt and short skirt
Her eyes follow me, whereever I go
And she's always in some brand new clothes, and a new pose
Banging ass, and not a wrinkle to be found
With a face like a doll, and she never makes a sound
I bet she likes to talk, when she gets fucked
But then she'd probably never shut the fuck up, with my luck
She always seems so happy when I'm around
And if it wasn't for this window, we'd be fucking on the ground
I wanna take her ass home for keeps, she never sleeps
I don't even think I seen her off her feet
Tonight's the night, that I'ma get her
I can't even take it anymore, when I see her, I start to shiver
Lip quiver, with the butterfly stomach
Leave the truck going, I'ma just grab her and start running
Wanna touch her
She's in my dreams
Wanna hold her, kiss her
I'm taking her home
She's not real
But I feel like I need her in my arms tonight, wrong or right