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.
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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
Well lemme, lemme tell you, a lunatic
escaped from the asylum
I used to dig a hole for the body box, then I'd hide them
In my backyard, another torture in the cellar
A dwella
A rather fucked up young fella
Got bats in my belfry
But nobody helps me
An eye on my enemy
Cause everybody wants to kill me
I find myself in a bottle of liquor
But is it quicker
For me to stick her
Or maybe I should stick you!
What do I do?
My mind is gone with the wind
My mortal sin
Is hidden with a friendly grin
I don't know, what do you think?
I can't see straight
Ad I've had too much to drink
Blink my eyes and try to find my soul
I'm on a roll
More like outta control
Where's my soul?
It must be on a higher plane
I'm insane
With all this butane
In my veins
Swing my head and search for a better half
Everything's funny so I guess I start to laugh
Substance abuse is taking on a new blend
And I owe it all to my liquid friend
They calling me a lowlife, drug addict,
alcoholic son of a bitch
I'm breaking my ass, I'm breaking my ass,
making them dollars, trying to get rich
I spend my loot on drug abuse and then
enhance my state of mind
My soul is in the sky
I fly
My altitude is very high
I fall and crash in the graveyard with the dead
A pale moon hangs in the sky, blood red
Mislead by the demons that I see
I got this paranoid delusion
that everybody wants to kill me
Flashbacks are in my mind, I walk along the wasteland
The tombstones, the wind blows, and something just
touched my hand
I freeze up and can't even get a chance to blink
Where's my liquid friend, because I need another drink
You don't know how it feels to be me
Radio and TV
The strange things that I represent when you hear me
Can you see what I can see
The vision's getting blurry
Future's looking dim so I'm starting to get worried
Making the burn brings for tales of the dead
Prince of pain that laughs
In the path
Of a terminal end
The shadows falling demons begin to hide
The dark dominion, the product of the flip side
My mind, it bleeds tales of alcoholic dreams
Light beams, drug abuse and crack fiends
Substance abuse has gained a new blend
Walkin to an undertone.
Ears don't hear so clear cuz I stuck a pencil inside my temple.
My blood escapes from outta the hole, your broadcast is white from every one of my channels.
Nothin' but static remains, I ain't really changed.
I just disconnected and chucked all of my feelin's away.
I'm numb now, they call me dumb somehow.
I chose myself as a target to unleash and take all the pain out on.
So I'm the victim of my own wicked torment.
Spare me with the tears of sorrow, I quite enjoy it.
I was never meant to belong.
Odd shaped pieces never fit the puzzle of life society's built on.
So here I sit with a hole in my head, I tried replacin information and I wound up dead.
Nothin' but static remains on my hands and my brains are leakin' out on the floor as I die screamin in pain.
You dealin with a person who aint got nothin to lose type
a motha fucka hang himself with the lace inside his gym shoes.
You better watch your back you better watch me ain't no tellin where
I might be or what I got with me.
You dealin with a person who could really give a fuck,
type of motha fucka get the stick and somebody gone get stuck.
You better watch your back you better watch me ain't no tellin where
I might be or what I got with me.
I'm the wrong one to test, laid hoes to rest go against me and i kidnap the nest second guess me
I'm pushin pause on your life like your stopped at a light
I'm sneakin in like a thief in the night to cause murder (nah man dont hurt her)
man you soundin like bitch get a grip to late her necks slit
watch the blood drip it forms a puddle by the side of head and now it hit you that
shes dead in a rage you lunge at me but my blade cuts a hole in your lunge your grabbin at me
but both yall are done I'm the one nobody though could ever do something
so grucium to the point where people call it a rumor that never caught me till this day
the spirits still haunt me in my mind is where they hide
I hope nobody'll find out I could end it with a slit of my wrist or I could murder
mother fuckers to help me get with this shit.
You dealin with a person who aint got nothin to lose type
a motha fucka hang himself with the lace inside his gym shoes.
You better watch your back you better watch me ain't no tellin where
I might be or what I got with me.
You dealin with a person who could really give a fuck,
type of motha fucka get the stick and somebody gone get stuck.
You better watch your back you better watch me ain't no tellin where
I might be or what I got with me.
Man who you fuckin with?
I got no conscience fuck the whole world is how i feel
to be honest walk up in a crown of Gs bust off hot lead from the barrel of my gun
to the cheek now they dead.
blood stains streak where they were standin they body slayin section pick them up
and put them in my collection.
don't start static always lookin for more watch your back when its dark and you alone its on
electroshock brain wave hair rise look in a killas eyes static with me
you only fantisies rub the wrong way quick reflex eager to jump at fuckin anyone
and put em in check i let things get to me now
I'm the one startin the static easy come easy go problem solved
with automatics deep breaths takin no need aint necessary
cause the static bein started doesn't scare me not at all
You dealin with a person who aint got nothin to lose type
a motha fucka have hang himself with the lace inside his gym shoes.
You better watch your back you better watch me ain't no tellin where
I might be or what I got with me.
You dealin with a person who could really give a fuck,
type of motha fucka get the stick and somebody gone get stuck.
You better watch your back you better watch me ain't no tellin where
Are you enjoying that?
Just shut the fuck up and sit and watch!
I comes like BLAM! AHH! All up in your face
To give you mothafuckas a taste
Of whatever I'm kickin'
Damn, the shit is finger-lickin'
Like the pussy attached to the bitch I'm stickin'
Flickin'
The cunt-ilingous real tough
'Cause I wear a pair of thighs like some mothafuckin'
ear muffs
Lick it up
Because I gets to the point
Sit back, relax, and smoke a fuckin' joint
Rough, rougher than the corsite of the sandpaper
More complex than menthaliptous with the soothing
vapors
Where the papers?
Because I wanna get high
Lay on the lawn and stare at the sky
I'm quite disgusted
When some gets apathetic
I'll scream out my battle cry and freeze you up like
cryogenics
Anasthetic, carbon monoxide
A mind-meld
Pressure on your mind until your mind swells
It's something weird
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Listen as I mingle
You start to tingle
You peep the jingle
I got you salivatin' for a Mr. Bones single
Lyrics illuminate like some candles
Nastier than ashy ass feet in some open toed sandles
Dimension X is the port to imagination
Desecration
Of the body, mind deprivation
In relation
To the son of man you can't avoid
'Cause I'm on the Dark Side of the Moon like Pink Floyd
Can you see me?
Maybe if you see me, you'll believe me
A hexogonic case
Skeleton face
On your TV
Turn the channel
And I'll just reappear
And make sure that we're all cleeaarr...
On the subject that I'm stressin', the shit is kinda deep like Atlantis
Mothafuckas nowadays be actin' scandulous
But fuck em', and fuck you too if you down wit' em' I aim to split em'
And eat they ass up with the deadly rhythm I'm bringin'
Pain to your ears loud and clear
So turn it up and freak out, it's something weird
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down...
(Weird!!)
I wanna rip the skin off my body so I can see my skeleton
The thinks you think are mandatory I think are irrelevent
In fact, a lunatic is not always insane
Society bends the mind intends to give pain
Maintain long enough to live your life
Maintain your sanity long enough so you can get paid
Looking for my mind, I think I lost it
And fuck every last muthafucka out there that wanna talk shit
I give a fuck not what you think
I'm down to blast your ass everytime you blink
So think
Sucka
Mothafucka
You besta back up
Before I crack up
And nut-up
And fuck yo' ass up
I rip the rhyme like it has to be
What's my mental capacity
You're askin' me
I'm hittin' like 6.9 on the Richter Scale
I'm walkin' a ghostly trail
Scratches from the fingernails
Ghastly grooves overcoming the whole state
But wait, it gets better, just wait
Something weird....
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)
Im not here now, gimme a call back, leave me a message
tell me what the fuck is goin on, Alright peace.
Oh my god, I just had a fuckin' dream about this shit
called 'Stardust', dog. Me and you are gonna change
the world, We're gonna be the new Ron Popeil. Our
commercials on every channel, I'm telling you this
shit is fuckin'.... And did uh, Lavel call you talking
about a place to stay or something? I think he said
he's gonna kill his moms, man call me back dog.
Step right up, ladies and gentlemen have a seat
I'm about to show you a product, everyone is sure to need
This product I have right here, is small and light in weight
And can be concealed in any handbag or briefcase
Stardust
We're not sure just what it does
But the response has been overwhelming, from clients that tell us
"If it wasn't for this here product and so on...."
Man, there's so many letters, and they go on and on
It's a miracle in a bottle, and it sells itself
If you got problems in life, this here product can help
This opportunity is golden, I'm holding in my hand
The key to a brand new life, for those who have a shilling or two
And been compelled by the product
And intrigued, about what it can do for you
Honest, it's the last case I got, and when they're gone, they're gone
Take a chance with stardust, it'll fix whatever's wrong
Nothing can be better than this
It only cost what you're spending on it
It's absolutely not a hustle or fraud
You're either buying, or you're moving along
What's this ya ask, I can't say
'Cause what I'm selling here today, effects each in a different way
And I'd be glad to give you a little sample, but a dabble isn't ample
And plus if people see, then I get trampled
Grab hold of my hand ma'am, and walk with me
Don't go hiding in the back, and try to talk to me
I can see 'em start to well up in your eyes
Like raindrops falling from the sky, give it a try
And how about you,
Ain't ya sick of being picked on for nothing?
Well I'm gonna tell you what to do,
Ain't you sick of being pushed, hit, kicked, and even spit on
Well get you some of this, and then tell them haters to get on
Now I been living off the stuff,
That we been selling for some time now
And look at me, I'm finer than a line now
I didn't come to pull the wool over your eyes,
But if you're looking for a change, then it's finally arrived
Come with us as we embark, on a tale of a
salesman-slash-hustler
'Cause if you got money, you're a potential customer
Have you ever seen something unbelievable in your life?
Probably not, but people are ready to buy
Anything, from anybody, any time at all
Snake oils, wristwatch, stardust, he got it all
And it's all half off, and everything has to go
It's a limited time offer, 'cause funds are running real low
Before you wake up, we're already gone
On our way, another town, another story evolves
And it's been done for so long, that I don't even feel wrong
It's second nature, it's as easy as just walking along
I never tie myself down, to anything I couldn't leave
In less than twenty seconds, and believe
I won't forget it, I'm just a hustler, you can trace it in my bloodlines
Thank you. And the nominees for the best solo underground duo acoustik country urban pop remix classical cover band artist duo and or group or and or solo artist groups are:
Don't read it time to shut em down, turn another page put em in the blind magazine, crusade kill em all, burn em all, take em to the streets, another publisist dead page 153 only credit was a cover, tag next months issue read all about fallen bears dissen you heres a story for that ass lotus ready to brawl bringin you blood shock and awe bring it on.
You cant make or break me fuck MTV. I'ma underground killa huntin VIP murderous me followin Tom home with a 12 inch shank about to bloody the chrome. I cut his throat so deep nearly cut off his head 13 wounds found in the chest of his kids and his wife...I still got his wife she be suckin our dicks at the Pod as we write.
Shock (stab em up) and awe (watch em fall) and then back into the underworld we crawl (so fuck yall bitches) Shock (stab em up) and awe (watch em fall) and then back into the underworld we crawl (so fuck yall bitches)
I pull up strapin bombs at your tailgate parties rush your gate with atleast 45 of my homies dissen out pilerigs knockin out sound man, jump in your mosh pit with my hatchet in hand OzzFest, Blood Fest, snow corner more showin all these faggots all about hardcore tiein hands with mic cords and burn down your stage all this shit in all juggalos names
As soon as I walk in the door I set it off I slap Fred Durst and the guy who plays "Ross" so tipped and just rushed the stage and choked the shit outta Chris Cornell for ruinin Rage lights go out mind doin again and when they come back on i got my dick in Lil Kim I pulled off the rubber and bitch slapped Danny Glover now I swing on Ashton Kutcher and I bet I get the cover.
Shock (stab em up) and awe (watch em fall) and then back into the underworld we crawl (so fuck yall bitches) Shock (stab em up) and awe (watch em fall) and then back into the underworld we crawl (so fuck yall bitches)
Fuck the radio and all the songs they play there playlist are wack and there DJ's are gay. I ain't payin you shit to play my song 5g's for rotation you know thats wrong got to come off more money to air my shit gotta pay an A&R; to straight suck ya dick take ya to lunch get ya all drunk N shit I'm like FUCK NAH fuck you N the mainstream bitch.
I bomb on all you block parties whats that fuckin radio friendly love songs that shit is wack all you candy coated rappers you red cap wearers i got 7 slugs and 11 pallbearers the only block I know is a block for my gat when I cock the hammer and pull the trigger back erasing the top 10 spots and cut out cha hearts and make you number 1 on the dead chart BIATCH.
Shock (stab em up) and awe (watch em fall) and then back into the underworld we crawl (so fuck yall bitches) Shock (stab em up) and awe (watch em fall) and then back into the underworld we crawl (so fuck yall bitches)
Man fuck that shit man
Fuck that, what?
Man what's up with this bitch?
She better come suck my dick or sumthin
Who's going next?
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me
It's Paulie baby Paulie with nipple lickin love
Sportin cowboy boots and a florescent glove
I lasso you up and then I jump on your back
I, I, I needs no saddle I just sit on my nut sac
Who's going next?
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me
It's Stretch Nuts up to bat
And I finna get this hoe
Bottle still spinnin and my sack about to blow
Up in my pencil
Chickie chick stop the frontin
Let's skip the game and get on the humpin
Who's going next?
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me
It's me Jamie Madrox
And Play-doh is green
I tap, and touch, and tickle
Till you melt like ice cream
I know you want my body
Fat kids are so sexy
Take off all your clothes
Come over here and get next to me biatch
Who's going next?
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me
It's Violent J baby
The wizard of the streets
Sportin your panties
Just to show you I'm a freak
I slide in your bed for a cotton surprise
And you got clown make-up smeared
On your inner thighs
Give it to me
Give it to me (Man who the bottle pointin on?)
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me (Somebody better suck my dick in this muthafucka)
Give it to me
Give it to me (I ain't playin no more)
Give it to me
Who's going next?
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me
They call me the plumber cause I snake your drain
But buttermilk love nugget that be the name
I swings to the left
Cause I'm swift with my meat
And I tickle twist your nippy nipples off with ease (Damn)
Who's going next?
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me
Spin number 2
And my chances lookin good
Already hit one neden
Now I'm goin for her friend
It don't make a difference I really don't care
The size or the shape as long as she got neden hair
Give it to me
Who's going next?
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me
Bang, bang, bang
No I ain't trippin
He fucked so wack now my things a dip
But quicker than I bat my eyes
She replied
I could get better traction if I hit from the side
Now baby, baby
Bitch, bitch
Let me get some neden
Try to leave this nut stain on your Mama's bed
Who's going next?
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me
It's me again J
I would love to turn you out
But I, I think I'll pass
Cause your shit is blew out
J, j, just hold the shit together
Or sumthin baby yo
Or maybe you could let me holla
At your booty hole, c'mon
Give it to me
Give it to me (Man you gonna suck Violent J's dick)
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me (Lick Shaggy's balls)
Give it to me
Give it to me (Fuck Monoxide)
Give it to me
Give it to me (And you can't even touch my butt)
Who's going next?
I'm dying to see (Bitch I'll choke your ass)
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me (Muthafucka, how many times the bottle gotta land on me?)
Who's going next? (I ain't gettin no love in this muthafucka)
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me (Hey look, look touch my butt)
Who's going next? (Touch my butt right now)
I'm dying to see (I'ma pull my butt out)
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me (You better touch my shit)
Who's going next? (I know where you live, touch my butt)
I'm dying to see (Touch my ass right now)
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me (Touch me, touch my ass)
They call me Hektik
Cause the way the pain is interjected
You talk shit you gonna regret it
Fuck it, you said it
Watch your mouth fool
I'm on the move
Time to play
For words you say
One level of pain on display
Bitch back off
Too late your bitch is spread out, you jack off
Keepin you wishing that you was dead off
The planet
Can't understand it? Let me explain
All that shit you talked drove me insane
But my brain swells, my ears bleed
And all the bad level of attack is underrated, remember that
Head's get cracked with baseball bats
I love the sound it makes when it pings
I even love it when my ears ring
Stomp on suckers in a second
Leave you with no sign of recollection
Rearrange your whole memory section
Disease, infection, over night I die slowly
Covered in corn stalks, protected by the oak trees
Freeze muthafuckas
Get your hands in the air muthafuckas
This ain't a game
I don't talk shit I slit necks just because
Catchin' the buzz
And keeping a look out for the fuzz
If I get hit by the cops I'm goin' out like Val Kilmer
Heat the whole squad, droppin the bomb then watch em simmer
Pain is a beautiful thang it makes my spine shiver
Murder for hire, better believe I deliver
If you think somebody's dissin you they probably are
So far all I been hearin is player hatin(Oh yeah)
If you think somebody's dissin you they probably are
So far all I been hearin is player hatin
Moving with the speed of the robot sonic exhaust
Chronic fumes, fuel, gin, and tonic
Half of the world is corrupt and alive
Other half is depressed and they want to die
I.S.I.
Why ask why?
Realize there's a killer in your face
Look him in his eyes
Before your body dies
I'ma grab your soul straight up out your chest
Put it in my black glass jar
With all the rest
Of the competition
Pack rhymes with precision
Eliminating adversaries
And all of our divisions are cuttin like an incision
While other suckers is missin
With enough cheese for 3 niggas in college with tuition
Take a listen I drop knowledge like a teacher
An ill preacher preaching a sermon
I been learning how to sing along with the dead man's song
He's got an X in his head so I know what side he's on
And brain dead people always say right on
They got 10 on the weed cause we all high arms
We let bygones be bygones and then dismiss
Your wack ass bitches in the abyss
Fuck the diss
Cause you let your colors show too many times
It goes way deeper than rhymes
Fuck a beat cause I rock accapella
Crazy ass fella
Used to fuck Cinderella
In the back of the pumpkin coach
Smoking roach after roach
Fuck her all night
And in the mornin make me French toast
Coast to coast
Drop knowledge like a teacher
I.S.I. in this bitch we play the preachers
If you think somebody's dissin you they probably are
So far all I been hearin is player hatin
If you think somebody's dissin you they probably are
Now I'm smoking like a chimney
With the purple cush up in me
I'm really on cloud nine I got aliens sitting with me
So many seem to forget we will smoke until your eyes get peeled
So every now and again we gotta remind ya about the smoker deal
One, never smoke it brown and not if I don't break it down
And three, if we ain't fucking don't be touching on my thunder now
My mouth is getting dry and you see the veins in my eyeballs
Looking like I just doused em in alcohol
I light a Newport I'm also addicted to menthol
And I'll be smoking till the coroner calls
And my plants are all tall and fluffy
And when I'm checking my buds
I swear to god I start to dance like puffy
I'm old school like a huffy and a set of roach clips
And if you notice when you looking
I get the resin on my lips
I put a halfy in a paper and you'll never see it drip
And I'll smoke it till it burns all the way down to my fingertips
I'm so high
And I'm never coming down, never coming down
I'm so high
Never ever gonna touch the ground (ground)
I'm so high
And I'm never coming down, never coming down
And I'm never gonna come back down
I'm so twisted and smoking Jane gets me lifted
I sip hypnotic till my bladders full and I'm pissing
I only smoke bammer if it's carefully sifted
To avoid sticks and beans from splitting the seams
If its weak smoke more
What you think them zig zag packs
Come packed with thirty two leaves inside for
If your lucky enough to be blowing gan
You better hit it like a pro and hold it as long as you can
We get high like everyday
We smoke weed like everyday
We rather die then be dry
So don't play
So if you don't wanna smoke get the fuck out the way
We get high like everyday
We smoke weed like everyday
We rather die than be dry
So don't play
So if you don't wanna smoke get the fuck out the way
I'm so high
And I'm never coming down, never coming down
I'm so high
Never ever gonna touch the ground (ground)
I'm so high
And I'm never coming down, never coming down
And I'm never gonna come back down
I'm fucking doing good I can afford my habit
Seven hundred sack a cush watch me grab it
I'm a fool like that
Smoking in the parking lot outside a court
I'll get you higher that the airport
I know you trying to be a homie passing me that tree
But you fucking with professionals and rookies get beat
I fucking slap kids passing me the buster brown dust
I get insulted leave you with your crown bust
I fait piss tests and give a shit less
And youz a fool like a mutha fucka thinking you gonna hit this
Back up off me softly you puke hitting mine
Even if you catch a contact it's your quittin' time
I'm riding with Madrox we smoking up mad blocks
Rattling your street leaving smelling like Woodstock
Get some hatchet in your life get some matches and light up
A fucking plant with me, boy we family!
I'm so high
And I'm never coming down, never coming down
I'm so high
Never ever gonna touch the ground (ground)
I'm so high
And I'm never coming down, never coming down
And I'm never gonna come back down
Never ever gonna touch the ground (ground)
I'm so high
I'm so high
I'm so high
And I'm never gonna come back down
(Hello)
Tina girl please tell me I'm awake cause I think I'm dreaming
Oh I think I met my soul mate at the pulse last night honey
(What!!!)
He was adorable he was so drunk and so hot then I gave him one of those little things
(Uh huh)
He danced for me in his drawers girl
Well yea he's sleeping right now he took me home
(What!!!)
Wooo he freaked me girl
(Oh my god)
Yes yea oh he's gotta wake up and take me home soon
Cause girl I am starving and all he had in his fridge was some cheese and dough nuts
And I finished that an hour ago so I'm gonna have to wake him up
(You're gonna wake him up!!!!)
Ok I'll call you then
Bye girl
Honey boo you gotta get up, wake up honey you gotta take me home.
(I smell some --)
You remember me right?
(Hey who the fuck is you?!)
(No you didn't! No you didn't!)
(Did you rape me?!?)
You don't remember me!!!
(Wait a minute get outta my house!!)
Smoke break
If you smoke bud then say hell yeah
Smoke, hell yeah
Smoke, hell yeah
If you smoke bud then say hell yeah
Smoke, hell yeah
Smoke, hell yeah
If you smoke bud then say hell yeah
Smoke, hell yeah
Smoke, hell yeah
If you smoke bud then say hell yeah
Smoke, hell yeah
So whats up man this shit ain't goin down
Trust me, trust me
I know her man itt's gonna go down just be cool, be cool
She's never gonna buy that shit
Trust me
Alright look, Then I'ma go in there
And I'm just gonna start freakin that bitch down
She ain't gonna say shit watch
Damn Tina you look mighty comfortable laying there naked
You mind if I go ahead and pull my dick out
Oh no, hell no
You like that?
I like to have my face fucked
That really gets me going
And I like what he's doing to me right now
He's stroking my pussy really lightly
Man there's all types of pussy rubbing and shit goin on
What the fuck I'm supposed to do
Fuck my face
Man come on man
This my hook up
Come on man let me get that shit
This is my hook up man get your ass away
Come on man let me fuck her first
This my shit
Shut up, what I need is his cock in my ass
Uhh uhh uhh you like it don't you?
Let's get high and just fuck
I'll hit you till you bleed
And we could just blame it on the weed
Little freak
Sucking me off making my knees weak
Rubbing my nuts when I cum making my voice tweak
She makes me feel like a champion
Late night when I call
She knows what's happening
I got a box of condoms and a mind full of tricks
A freak just for fucking with my balls and my dick
Get started
Legs parted
I hit it so hard the pussy farted
And now it's time to depart it
She took the rubber off
And then she shoved it in her mouth
It felt like I came from down South
Know about it
Pussy pleasing's just a part of the game
You gotta bang it till it falls right off
I do the same
Rub my dick in cocaine
And freak some nasty shit
It ain't the same without the pain
Bring the flavor bitch
2 on 1's not a problem
So you can bring your girl
And I can get the best of both worlds
Fuck until I hurl
Toes fell off, fuck a curl
She kept nibbling my nuts like a squirrel
I hit the weed and flicked the ash on her back
Fuckin her friend in the face until her jaw snapped
Oh shit, I can see her sucking on her tits
And I can't help but notice 4 fingers in her clit
She's a pro
I thought I saw her pussy glow
It could've been the sweat in my eyes
I don't know for sure
This freaks the shit for loving dick
It's sick, but man I love that fat bitch
She ain't afraid to admit she likes dick and,
She ain't afraid to admit she likes her pussy licked
She ain't afraid to let me fuck her in the ass
And always got her mouth open for the cum splash
She ain't afraid to admit she likes dick and,
She ain't afraid to admit she likes her pussy licked
She ain't afraid to let me fuck her in the ass
And always got her mouth open for the cum splash
Excuse me lady did you say you liked to fuck
Drop my drawers to my ankles, give my dick a suck
You like it rough?
I can feel my shit swelling and expanding
A one way trip down south, a crash landing
Right in your pink fun
I get the job done
Daddy was a pistol and I'm a son of a gun
As I shoot my load on your chest and titties
Gotta get my shit, we off to the next city
Go a long way just so I can grind you
Got enough dick for Ms. McCarthy
And the 50 single hoes behind her
A side winder
Never like the old timer
Keeping hoes properly worked like Jane Fonda (Uh)
My anaconda's got a mushroom cap
An immense craving for your pussy cat
Keep it moving like that
My dick is hard as steel
And I'ma freak that ass with some more sex appeal
Tell me how it feel when I push it all in
Eyes roll in the back of your head and you start to grin
If sex was a sin then a wicked bitch you'd be
With creepy ass titties and an eerie ass pussy
So ride my broom stick until you hear me cum
And school me on your methods of pink fun
Yeah
She ain't afraid to admit she likes dick
She ain't afraid to admit she likes her pussy licked
She ain't afraid to let me fuck her in the ass
And always got her mouth open for the cum splash
She ain't afraid to admit she likes dick
She ain't afraid to admit she likes her pussy licked
She ain't afraid to let me fuck her in the ass
And always got her mouth open for the cum splash
Yeah, know what I am saying
Yo, this be the Shaggy
Down with the Psychopathic Phamly
Down with Twiztid G
Know what I'm saying?
And yo check it out, I don't give a fuck
I like to get skins
I don't know about you muthafuckas
But yo I like em big
I don't give a fuck what
I like em skinny,bald,retarded,crippled
Spines on their backs
I don't give no fuck
800 pound-bitch come here sweetie
I'm gonna fucking tie your shit in a knot
And tap that shit
Know what I am saying?
Cause I love me some skins
I ain't going nothing about it
I'll hit a fucking 900 pound bitches neden from the back
Know what I am saying?
I'll wrap her legs backwards into a Boston crab
And go to work
Know what I am saying?
Fuck that shit I ain't no fucking fag like that
I like em stubbly so their whiskers tickles my balls
When they suck my dick
Know what I am saying?
I don't give a fuck
What, bring it on
She ain't afraid to admit she likes dick
She ain't afraid to admit she likes her pussy licked
She ain't afraid to let me fuck her in the ass
And always got her mouth open for the cum splash
She ain't afraid to admit she likes dick
She ain't afraid to admit she likes her pussy licked
She ain't afraid to let me fuck her in the ass
I want everybody listening now to say this
Twiztid is the muthafucking shit
And everybody else who feels that I'm a little out of line
Come see me when you hitting rewind and you will find
That I'm an ex-con serial killa axe wielding for real-a big gorilla
As I walk in the shadow of death
I bitch slap his ass and then I light a cigarette
I told you all I'm addicted to drugs and weird sex
And putting holes in the back of your neck carnival reject
Respect like you do to don dada when you see me give your boy a holler
Got the world in a shock collar like a rotweiler on the loose
Running trains on your girls caboose
Don't believe in the truce we gonna fight until somebody here dies
I been here since 1865 and no lies
This is the story of our lives
Come and take a look at my eyes
Keep it real and tell me no lies
We've been waiting for you
Here we go
This is the story of our lives
Come and take a look at my eyes
Keep it real and tell me no lies
We've been waiting for you
We came through the door kicking that bitch off the hinge
We was knocking but wouldn't nobody let us in
It's the incredible edible white chocolate rappers
We came on the scene busting the cabbage patch backwards
D-I-T-Z-I-W-T we were born connected at the hip like Siamese twins
We coming out with the underground sound
And one finger on each hand and you can count them
Fuck everybody here man it's not about them
And tucked inside of my bag is a problem
Underground feel the ground shake
Feel it vibrate watch your girl gyrate
We can move the whole world if we choose
But instead we kick the wickedest blues
And I refuse to lose the demographic of the people
Who choose to put there hearts inside the black magic
This is the story of our lives
Come and take a look at my eyes
Keep it real and tell me no lies
We've been waiting for you
Here we go
This is the story of our lives
Come and take a look at my eyes
Keep it real and tell me no lies
We've been waiting for you
We write voodoo sayings on the fronts of t-shirts
So that when people read 'em they will become creatures
Twiztid still coming with the ultra man flow
That'll linger in your brain and constantly echo
We ain't in it to be rich we're in it to reach folks
And change life and put you up on shit you ain't know
That's about it you're in the midst of some maniacs
Who will unload a microphone on your dome as if it's a gat
So conceal the unreal if the fruit is mass appeal
We're the worms eating our way from under the apple peal
With all juice and no pulp fiction
No dollar ninety nine a minute for our predictions
We smash mics like with the rhymes we recite
Keep this mutha fucka hype from now till sunlight
Now do you really need a shovel to dig it
And with a flip of a coin we can be righteous or wicked
This is the story of our lives
Come and take a look at my eyes
Keep it real and tell me no lies
We've been waiting for you
Here we go
This is the story of our lives
Come and take a look at my eyes
Keep it real and tell me no lies
We've been waiting for you
We've been waiting for you
We've been waiting for you
We've been waiting for you
We've been waiting for you
...hello?
What up man
Shit what up
Hey you my boy right
You my boy right
Huh... Yea... What the fuck
YOU MY BOY RIGHT
Yea what I don't understand
You ain't gonna tell on me
You ain't gonna tell man your my boy right
Man what the fuck are you talking about
Come get me I'm thinking I killed him
Whoa w-what go get you
What are you talking about
Come get me dawg
Man what did you do
I love you man you aint gonna tell on me man
What did you do
You better not tell on me
What the fuck did you do
You my boy right right you ain't gonna tell right you aint gonna tell right
Man you crazy
They're coming to get me man
Who?
Man what the fuck is you talking about
You ain't gonna tell right
Man what the fuck is you crying about why are you crying
He's coming to get me
What did you do
If you tell I'm gonna kill your ass your my boy right
What the hell no what the fuck is wrong with you
Your not gonna tell right is mom and them there I'm asking you
HEY MAN you lost your shit
Daddy I'm high as a cloud floating looking to touch
Anything soft enough I can bust my nuts on
Like them average ass titties of yours
Now I done seen many, many pairs of titties before
But them titties right there look suckable to me
With the nipple in the middle where the sucker supposed to be
She got a kinda banging booty, kinda more not than so
If I don't drop this load, my nuts are gonna explode
Now I'm stone sober in a room full of ugly
All I want to do is get some ass tonight
And if I, play my cards right and smoke this weed
Then I'll be swimming in some ass like the tsunami
And it won't matter if she, kinda looks like a he
Cause as long as I stay high they're all dimes to me
Bumping Ron Isley in the truck with the tree
Getting high hoping this ugly bitch will fuck me
Now you look like Madonna with a splash of J-Lo
Mixed with Halle Berry and some Anna Nicole
'Cause when I'm smoking every girl I see seems to be
So off the chain
A little Gwen Stefani and some Fergie and Brittney
Charlise Thereon with some Angelina Jolie
Cause when I'm smoking every girl I see seems to be
So off the chain
Sometimes we would get high in the back
And there'd always be this girl with a super nipple rack
And I, wouldn't hit it with a bat if I'm not stoned
But fuck it since I'm high little ugly got boned
I'm in the zone I'm high kinda trippin off of this
Everywhere that I look's a fine bitch
Goddamnit, I love this weed
'Cause every last bitch looks good to me
Beauty is skin deep, and ugly is to the bone
Ain't no reason that banging ass need to be having pants on
I like that upside down heart that lives inside you g-string
Packed to the max with needful things
Like coochie and butt watch it jiggle and such
As she walks by with that run way strut
I'm mesmerized on how much ass calf n' thighs
You managed to stuff inside them Levi's
You look like Jenna Jameson and Vivica Foxy
With a splash Viva Guerra and Beyonce
'Cause when I'm smoking every girl I see seems to be
So off the chain
A little Paris Hilton and some Gretchen Wilson
With a splash of Ashlee n' Jessica Simpson
'Cause when I'm smoking every girl I see seems to be
So off the chain
Your lips are just so soft and supple
I'm willing to bet the farm she got a tight moose knuckle
I'm seeing so many turkeys that I wouldn't mind stuffing
Like that one right here, I bet she like it rough and hard
And if she wanna cuddle right quick
Turn an indoor hoe into an outdoor trick
Let her suck your dick in a public bathroom
While there's other people on the side of you taking a dune
Now I'm walking through the mall
And I'm high as the sun
And I swear this bitch's ass is looking like a cinna-bun
And then I go and get a pretzels from aunt Annie's
Then I fell in love with her flabby fanny
I'm getting outta here before my penis gets hard
And I get thrown out by the security guards
Feeling like a retard, I'm horny and high
What up y'all?
This Jed Thumpman
Let me tell y'all a little story
About a muthafucka that I know named Blaze
Now everytime we roll up a joint
Muthafuckas always be talkin' about Blaze Blaze Blaze
Man fuck Blaze
This muthafucka act like he puttin' it down for the hood
Talkin' bout everybody know Blaze, big baller
I don't give a fuck
Dead muthafucka don't get no special treatment from me
Look at Sarie's son little Eric
You know that muthafucka down to wear a wheelchair
I hate that muthafucka
And I don't show him no special treatment
So Blaze can kiss my ass
I put in work for my hood
So fuck a 9 to 5
You can find me on the corner
Hustlin' on the grind
They call me Mr. Lump Lump
So when their heads hear the thunder and the bump bump
They come out runnin' like the kids to the ice cream man
Children I'm sorry it's Blaze in the loony van
Playin' Atari, and I gotta do a crime to loot and 8 ball
Semi automatic with a clip for the law
All I wanna do is make money and smoke
Fuck hella bitches, and slang my dope
The law ain't good for a muthafuckin thang
But eatin' mad donuts, and gettin' all in the way
I been gone for more than a day, and some things changed
Some many died and some faded away
I represent the ghetto from Harlem to Pinewood
I ride for the hood, I put it down for the hood
I put it down for the hood
I ride for the hood
And all my muthafuckas is up to no good
Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up
So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck
I put it down for the hood
I ride for the hood
And all my muthafuckas is up to no good
Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up
So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck
I've been dead to the world for the last 11 years
My body's decomposing, I'm missin' part of my ear
Still gonna rock till the day I die again
Get up back from the dead, and ryde again
Walk again, talk thug shit, right
Empty mack clips, right
Keep it old school, wanna see that bitch? Uh huh
When it's thugs in King's coats and Raider's caps
Killers, jerry curls, and baseball bats
Ready to die like everyday
I put it down like a muthafucka, everyday
I drink brew and smoke weed like, everyday
And we all trying to get paid but anyway
Killas don't talk, but this one do
Talk you out your wallet let the 45 blast you
Twice in the chest, once in the face
Plus the extra heater on the safe side in case
Your bitch is wack well she can catch one too
Cause if you're down with your hood
Then your hood down with you
I put it down for the hood
I ride for the hood
And all my muthafuckas is up to no good
Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up
So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck
I put it down for the hood
I ride for the hood
And all my muthafuckas is up to no good
Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up
So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck
Psychopathic just like thugs
We ball, and we fight
And just like the freaks I come out every night
Holdin' down the sidewalk
Standin' amongst muthafuckas that's soon to be outlined in chalk
Sippin' on a cold ass 40 of OE
Live from the DET we OG
Pissy drunk always, we dead bumpin'
Stay thug with the throw away in the trunk
Bitch slapper, fuck a bitch rapper
Bitches were made for fuckin' but that's another chapter
Bitch you don't know me, don't approach me
Thinkin' that you're down with Blaze ya dead homie
G Blood imbedded in street blocks
That's why I put it down, and blast with many shots
Bullet holes in my chest, it's all good
Man I even died for my hood, muthafucka
I put it down for the hood
I ride for the hood
And all my muthafuckas is up to no good
Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up
So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck
I put it down for the hood
I ride for the hood
And all my muthafuckas is up to no good
Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up
The lotus pod, the lotus pod fucka
Vampiro, child of the rancid, wrechet, darknest
Vampiro, I truly am a juggalotus
Maniac killa
Super unknown, hero
A true hatchet ryda
Long rain the lotus killas
Then again, is my priviledge
To power bomb your fuckin' ass
On a bed of butcher knife's muthafucka
The result of 6 serial, murderin' maniac killas
Killin', murderin', stabbin'
All hail the lotus pod from heince we came
Hello, Hi I'm Shaggs
I don't know, maybe you heard of me
The Southwest Strangla
That one guy from icp
Well, it's cool when you don't know what to expect
Allow me to extend my hand
In friendship n shake your fuckin' neck
As if you don't know, well now you gotta clue
2dope, maniac killa from dark lotus crew
Oh shit damn, lemme quit chokin' ya
Sike, UUhh..uhh...ahhhhahaha
I need a cigarette before I go ballistic
sadistics of my mind frame
Explains when I'm insane
I'm twiztid branded
With the mark of the axe
A minor relapse and all I wanna do is split backs
Biaatch
I'm a maniac
But, you gotta understand that a
I can't control my hands and a
I'll love ta choke you if I can and a
Never once
Nowhere in my mind was i ever sane (help me)
Ever since I remember,(help me) killin's just a game
[x2]
Imma maniac killa, blood gets spilled
See me on the streets bitch, don't get killed
My mind is on my axe and my axe is on my side
(tell me) Who wanna die?
(tell me) Who wanna die?
Uhh..
Watch me, I tippie toe
Richie, your death is slow
No run, nowhere to hide
One more, one homicide
Who cares, when I was hungry
Passed out, dead with no money
Mama, she cleaned your toilets
Mama, she bought my bullets
Bullets, can be so pretty
Watch out, ugly and bloody
Fear not, I am no sicko
Your life, not worth the nickle
Don't go, I will not eat you
Your kind, I will defeat you
Mama, never expected
Mama, Her pain corrupted
[x2]
I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled
See me on the streets bitch, don't get killed
My mind is on my axe and my axe is on my side
(tell me) Who wanna die?
(tell me) Who wanna die?
I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled
A maniac killa, don't get killed
I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled
A maniac killa, don't get killed
I be the maniac K-I double L-A
I slit their fuckin' throats and have
Sex with all the bodies, I'm a retard
People call me special though
I keep my victims eyelids
In mennilla office envelopes
I splitchya like a cantalope
To see whats on ya mind
Smokin' trees, keep me fine
well at least most of the time
Till i'm on your front lawn
Waitin' in the cold, the lights on
But don't look like nobody home
At last I come creepin' threw the darkness
Mission to stalk n take out any targets
Scopin' out my victims
A couple suckas playin' dumb with they gases
Nobody else ghetto path
Huh? muthafucka, give up your bread
This is blaze ya dead homie sickin' the head
I been dead
I thought you knew, I'm a maniac killa
Psycho, thug, fillin' body bagz on the daily nigga whut?
[x4]
I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled
See me on the streets bitch, don't get killed
My mind is on my axe and my axe is on my side
Mixed up and I'm so confused
I'm getting aggravated with a really short fuse
And I'm having a conversating to show my cooperation
They drag me to the station
And they ask me about the time and place and
I think they know I did it
The evidence shows I did it
They keep on asking me for the body
But I forget where I hid it
I get these black out spells
And I don't remember much
But I'm always at the police station
Every time that I wake up
They're yelling louder now
The night has turned to dawn
They said if I don't know him
How the fuck did I have his sweater on
They handed me a folder
And told me to look inside
These pictures had me in them
And they put me at the scene of the crime
And when I touched them all
These visions came flashing back
And I can see me standing behind
I'm about to swing an axe
And when he falls
I see my body collapse
And now that's all I remember
I'm just stating the facts
Change me, never wanna hate me
All are gonna pray for the day that our worlds collide
Save me
We like to keep it crazy ruthless 'til it blows your brain
We're not the average and that's why the call us strange
Change me, hate me
Oh the way the body reacts
Sometimes as if there is no relaxing
See the reaction, feel the impulse
That runs through the body and stumbles across
It crept inside of my head
And a holy man pulled it up out of my mind
Thinking of loving and constantly hating
Consuming us all the time
I'm worse if no better with pages and letters
That change into words and become angel feathers
I past upon broken wings hoping the open
Then giving them wings to fly
Away to the sky for a new piece of mind
A chance to move forward while falling behind
The time to get right, no more just getting by
Do or do not, there's no reason to try
Let it subside, I'm letting you know
That things get mixed up like an antidote
Take control of your body and soul
And swipe it all for miracles
And even if your mind's confused
Then this is what you need to do
You need to get that mixed up feeling
Upside and from out of you
I fell to the earth and got back up
And shook that shit off eagerly
I took a step and jumped to the heavens
But my ups are humanly
Angelie to the center
But surrounded by society
And all the while and everyone
Is watching me so quietly
Change me, never wanna hate me
All are gonna pray for the day that our worlds collide
Save me
We like to keep it crazy ruthless 'til it blows your brain
We're not the average and that's why the call us strange
Change me, never wanna hate me
All are gonna pray for the day that our worlds collide
Save me
We like to keep it crazy ruthless 'til it blows your brain
We're not the average and that's why the call us strange
Considered by many people
To be the equal of the anti-christ
But those are the people of old generations
Filling my life with bad advice
Can he be right
Well I guess I find out when I'm on the mic
Press conference in the pentagon quick
But still can't stop this child of the night
Anonymous like a letter of anthrax
Just to get my point across, I derailed an amtrak
Fine line between genius, going through it
And some one who's just doing it to prove that he's a lunatic
Which one am I
Well I won't know until I die
Won't know until I'm walking on down
Or floating in the sky
Why should I be the same lame game
You're use to
I'd rather say some shit
That'll burn a hole right through you
I'm stranger than a stranger
Knocking on the door
In danger of himself
And he's asking you for help
And of course you turn your back on
Anything a little different
And that's why the aliens you saw
Never exsisted
Change me, never wanna hate me
All are gonna pray for the day that our worlds collide
Save me
We like to keep it crazy ruthless 'til it blows your brain
We're not the average and that's why the call us strange
Change me, never wanna hate me
All are gonna pray for the day that our worlds collide
Save me
We like to keep it crazy ruthless 'til it blows your brain
Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder
Murder
Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder
Murder
First I plan my escape
Nothing on papes and leave the scene without a trace
I'm lookin' dead in her face
But she don't see me
I'm unnoticed
I head straight to her bedroom window for better focus
Hokus pokus
I see the door's unlocked, I let myself in
Head for her room, with plans of murder and mayhem
There she go, there that bitch lay
Living on this earth to my dismay
Time to pay
Palms are sweaty, I'm about to vomit
I grab the knife out of my belt and jab it in her stomach
Again, and again and now she's screaming like I care
But I could give a fuck less
Before she dies I grab her by her blood soaked hair
And tell her shit's gonna be alright on my end
I'm glad it happened this way
Back in my daughters life again
Ain't it a shame that it came to this
Life goes on except for one less bitch
Ain't it a trip?
Murder, Murder, Murder
You never heard of redrum in reverse
Bodies in the hearse
Now your life's gone cause we wanted you to die
Time to kiss your ass good bye
Don't ask why
Murder, Murder, Murder
You never heard of redrum in reverse
Bodies in the hearse
Now your life's gone cause we wanted you to die
Time to kiss your ass good bye
Don't ask why
It was Tuesday, December 24th '97
Time on the clock 1:11
Thinking bout sending somebody to heaven
Or the crossroads
A fate of a soul lies in my hands I suppose
Now I'm wearing dark clothes
Parked on the side street
Peepin out the scenery
Make sure nobody seeing me
As I move to the trunk of the stolen car
Up to the back door with the crow bar
So far the plans fool proof
Called from the phone booth
Got the message machine
Nobody's on the scene
Kicked in the backdoor, 1:34
Looking for the family dog Thor
Kicked em in the jaw with the work boots
Knocked a couple teeth loose
Smacked em in the mouth with my empty deuce deuce
Then I smile
Break his neck and watch him piss on kitchen tile
Never liked him since the day he tried to play me vile,
And tried to bite me
Stab a steak knife in his head
So much for that man's best friend
Now I'm all up in the place and
In the bedroom masturbating
Cummin on the sheets and pillow cases
Fuck that bitch
She's just a cunt and her mothers nothing but a slut
Can't wait to seal her mouth shut
2:30 she returns home from work
Nice blouse, tight shirt
Business attire for this hooker for hire
Threw the keys to the table, said baby are you home
Didn't expect to see Bones we're alone
And she's reaching for the telephone to call the police
Strangled with the chord, now deceased
In the process of her suffocation
Finger fucked her for demonstration
Let her know I know her many faces
Now she's dead in the closet
Hangin out with all the winter clothes
In the struggle suffered a bloody nose
But I'm straight though
As I move to the bathroom to wash my hands
It's all part of the plan
Don't think you understand see?
Murder, Murder, Murder
You never heard of redrum in reverse
Bodies in the hearse
Now your life's gone cause we wanted you to die
Time to kiss your ass good bye
Showed up in a red stretch hearse full of vampires
Blood red rims straight rollin' on flat tires
Screachin to a halt sparks spittin at tha paparazzi
Reload ya flash bulbs for the dead bodies
Severed bitches and human abominations
Lined up behind the velvet rope wavin they invitations
One by one they all pile in
Find they seats and wait for the ceremony to begin
When the lights fall its just like nightfall
Unable to see a single thing in front of ya eyeballs
All you can hear is screach from the audience
As the victims up in the pits gettin robbed of they innocence
Shit i love the terror in up in V.I.P
With these vampire bitches takin hits of mutant extasy
Spilt the blood the torch is lit
Compared to the monster's ball yo bash aint shit
Now who wanna go to the ball (I do)
The wicked ass monster's ball (thats who)
Tell me who wanna go to the ball (I do)
I bet you'll never see the door
Now who wanna go to the ball (I do)
The wicked ass monster's ball (thats who)
Tell me who wanna go to the ball (I do)
The horrors been here waiting just for you
Its all ready, my suit of skin is made of dead hooker hoes
With the tattoos still in tact, bitch take a look at those
I showed up, the dead woke when i pulled up
Walked a bloody red carpet, behind me it rolled up
Check my name at the gate bitch I'm V D peezy
I died for these tickets, it wasnt easy
They cost me my soul
Somebody said the reapers the DJ
Pitch dark is the dance floor and deadly the seeway
Creatures and hotties hot steppin over dead bodies
Demons above pissin fire on the party
Gimme a triple shot of snake blood 2 times
A ceremony of creeps and freaks and blew minds
Somebodies eyeball landed in my drink i chugged it
Cuz at this place we all up to kid
Spill the blood cuz the torch is lit
Compared to monster's ball yo bash aint shit
I pull up in a pickup truck with werewolves
Step out leanin on a cane made of deer hoves
Im covered in blood and holdin a grudge
Against these motherfuckers from who I am constantly judged
But down here homies tonights the night
We all come together and celebrate the end of ya life
Awarded for the evil and spite
Enogurated for the demonic insanity portrayed when i write
How can i say it, I'm just so elated to be here
Paparazzi flashin for pictuers, wish they would leave here
Carpet covered in carnage and red like liquorice
And every step you take your hearin the blood squish
I just saw a chick who was missin half of her cheek, chin, and her lip
Handin out free drinks and cigarettes
It must be startin, the torches are being lit
The monster's ball is the shit
And yo ass aint invited biyatch
My arm extended, elbow bent, hoes cant ignore
Clutchin to the past on pimp ridin across the floor
Floating er'where in sheer elegence
5 years expired still scrubbin still laborin
Make a hole in the dance floor its time for work
My bitch started booty up and MC walkin
Secret handshakin straight teen wolfin
Grabbin titties that feel like drips of puddin
But you gotta love it, its invite only
Checkin my neck for vampire bites on me
Can't get the fuckin hustle started though
Come on man less limbs missin on Vietnam veterins
I seen Dr.Jeckle spiking the punch with formaldahyde
Backing down got smacked by Mr. Hyde
Without an invite mother fucka, don't come
Monsterous balls in your mouth, get the fuck on bitch
Come on come on
Monster's Ball
{All the people dead all the people bloody
"and I'm sorry I had a fucking mental breakdown, how many times did you...could you be normal if someone disrespected your dead father every chance they got?"
All This (all this)...
I cant remeber your face
All this...
No one can take your place
All this (all this)...
I cant remeber your face
All this pain and animosity
It's not everyday I get to sit around and chat, Sit down and think maybe even talk about, that shit just drives me crazy, Fuckin' me up. I'm outta luck like a slut with nobody to fuck, Somebody talk to me, hear me out, lend me an ear, Before I lose it on society and do it so Violently Fearer of fear, hands sweaty, losin' my breath, I'm sittin' with death, somebody sittin' on my chest, Best remedy's revenge on people who wouldn't listen, Cheeks glisten cuz I'm cryin', my vision is so violent, Didn't worry cuz I'm losin' it. Abusin' anybody that's confusin this with lyin or me tryin to get attention, Sention on my mind, all I think about is dyin, In spite of me livin' in Hell, breakin' me down, Outta touch with reality, fuck it I'm out, Everybody in this motha fuckas hearin me now,
I don't wanna lose you, but I lost you! I Cant Remeber your face Never gonna let go, never gonna back down No One Can take your place Why did you leave? where did you go? I dont know, why did you just go away And Leave me here with All this pain and animosity?
I'm so lost without my loved ones can't seen to let go. Why do I keep breathin? Does God want me to die slow? On the edge I stand lookin at the past on wondering how long I'm aloud to carry on so many left that was just to close. At times I feel all alone and I just cant cope. Why did they have to go? Why did they have to leave? If its not family then its the homies from the streets. My minds set not to take that shit, but I gotta stay strong for the sake of my kids. (Hi daddy) How close does the soul gotta get to make you want to slit your wrist after they heart quits? Its so hard to you lose in life but even harder to recover, specially when memories start to smother, you cant run so just take that pain, cause I'ma always gonna hold on to your name rememberin....
I don't wanna lose you, but I lost you! I Cant Remeber your face Never gonna let go, never gonna back down No One Can take your place Why did you leave, Where did you go? I dont know, why did you just go away And Leave me here with All this pain and animosity?
It's everyday that the anger seem's to be killing me off, It's kinda nice to have a chance to talk,Or rather have you, listen to me, You always listen to me no matter what state of mind my apitimy visited, you were there for me Even when i said i was outta my mind, You were the one that said give it some time, And i would find i could put the peices back together again, you were the one that trusted me til the end, I cant pretend that i never had faith in you, I was only afraid, I knew what was going on, but didnt know what to say I was so young, feeling like my soul was torn,coming to grips with the fact you ain't comin home no more, All this madness, and all this pain, Made something break inside brain, and all this hate, and all this time, Made me reline my mind and I find that...
Fuck you and your platinum chains
I'd rather rip out your intestines and wear it on my neck just the same
Making a charm outta ya Brain
And having the gall to give it away
To ya moms and pops in a box marked remains
Blood Stains these veins in a way that I can only explain as insane
The world's gonna celebrate when I hang
And I just hope that it's on T.V. like Saddam Hussein
And I just hope that you could be me for just one day
Then you would get a better sense of what the fuck I say
I said
Bitches ain't shit,
God Bless the dead,
And fuck every last bitch that won't give up some head
I smoke 15 packs in a day and I'm getting worried now
Cause everytime I cough my hearing is getting blown
I ain't a hater, player
Just ain't no suckers allowed
And you and that bitch that was dancing are just way outta bounds
It came in the dark where most were fast asleep
Monster
Creeping, lookin for blood
Down below the streets
Monster
If you get caught in the gaze of his evil eyes
Monster
You will know true horror as your body slowly dies
Monster
Yo black magic devil horns
Wake the dead when we perform
We'll weigh more bodies and dead by dawn
Ill child, Black label Society
We Zakk Wyld on you bitches so live in fear of the enemy
My conscience told me let it be
But vengeance had a remedy to kill 'em all
And split up they atoms just like it's chemistry
And scratch skin from ya face like a plastic surgeon
And leave ya twitching in pain, screaming behind the curtain
I'm for certain with a look like bloody-face uncle frank
Most of these home grown killas quit
Claiming that they dank
When they shit ready to sink
water logged Like marsh lagoon
But were in mid transformation, alive inside of cocoons
Nursing the wounds of many battles, turn cities to tombs
'cause we're close to the end
So what the fuck we got to lose?
Straight killas with enough ammunition to take the planet to war
Most of these villains don't even know what they dyin' for
I can't stop it
I can't stop it
I can't stop it
I can't stop it
I can't stop it
I can't stop it
I can't stop it
Sight of the blood makes me wicked
Takes me to another place
Falling in love, can't be controlled
But I know that it's bound to change
All of my life and all of the time, the chemicals are a friend of me
Can't be controlled in search of result
The monster's got the best of me
And I will choke and stab and seperate the feelings from me
Until they're all gone like none of them ever belonged
As I continue to change in search of the things that I really wanna be
Although the journey's long I keep repeating this song
It's not a fear
The monster is alive and in me
But I pray
I pray to the lord every night i go to sleep
It's not a fear
And if I should die before I awake
But I pray
Yeah
(What's that)
Myzery(Word up)
Twiztid(Yeah)
And the Insane Clown Posse(Know what I'm sayin?)
Forming a 50 foot Voltron on your ass
Your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with this
Run that shit
I'm rollin with the Psychopathic
Make a move, and shit gets drastic
Leavin mutherfuckers in caskets
Or wrapped in Reynolds plastic
Cause we psychosomatic and schizophrenic lunatics
Holding my balls we know
Which engulfs the tip of my dick
We real sick bitch, run and tell a friend
Twiztid in at the beginning
Means of the beginning of the end
The world dealt me a healthy hand of pain and lies
And you can see the hate in my eyes it's no surprise
It ain't shit bitch believe that
Suckers claiming they paid
They can't even handle they weed tax
I leave tracks like a needle
You phony as the 5th Beetle
Fuck a B on a deedle
Rockin Toledo like a trooper, What?
Leaving your conscience in a stuper, What?
Fuck a Smith and Wesson I can grab the luger, What?
And right before I shoot ya
I snap your back like I was Lex Luger
Chronic weed abuser (Wooooo!)
As we capitalize and enterprise music scenes
Money motivated, goal, and a dream
Like Martin Luther King
Hesitaters pause while we crack their jaws
Swooping over they town like Super Balls (Woo Woo!)
I roll with Bones and it's on like that
Making suckers spasm so hard they lungs calapse
Twiztid's the sound
Something'that your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with
Prepare to duck bitch
Cause I'm runnin' with a meat cleaver
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
And if you missed it the name is Twiztid
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Qui qua Myzery para isla
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Psychopatchic
From the NY come Myzery the red eye and raging
Minority and JumpSteady plotting retaliation
Suffocating dirty cats, player hatin
Gats we packin
Skullys and army jackets
Headed out of psychopathic
I got a plan so stack the ammo in the trunk
The word is that down town we don't front
Spark the blunt, give em what they want
Psycho thugs, loaded slugs
Loco in la cabesa
Get away rides in ce pasa
Destination para mi caco pato
There without muchacho
Cock slowly the deracho
There go that long acho
My shit is jammed
For you planned
Body's wounded badly
Move quickly before they bag me
Being chased down this dark alley
I'm a wounded ass
Minority hollering I gaba
I pulled out my blade
And carved it in him like a mansana
Now back to the ride floor it corpses
No remorse's
Psychopathic and Spanish side we joining forces
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
And if you missed it the name is Twiztid
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Qui qua Myzery para isla
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Psychopatchic
Myzery(I smell gun powder)
Twiztid
And the loco Insane Clown Posse (I smell raisins)
Psychopathic Records
Para siempre!
I smell garlic my head hurts
Cause my brain is cursed by voodoo wizards
My skin turns blue and I start to shake
My tongue comes out like a snake
Ssssss
Zunga bunga hooly goo bo
That's my Ugandan voodoo flow
You don't know what it meant
Til the next day you wake up
With your dick in your homies butt
I might grab your face, twist your neck,
And then let it go (Brrrrraaah)
And then Shaggy climbs up my back
And we attack and hit ya like a 10 foot ninja(Ninja!)
I paint my face like a clown
Other times I paint it like Sting and come down
The rafters up at the mall and throw old folks to the ropes
And chop their throats (Woooo!)
But I ain't no wrestler
I'm a serial killa murderous molester
Naww, I'm just juggalin your balls a bit
It's J who's into that shit (Yeah, fuck you)
And if you wanna get lippy
I'll stretch your lips out and call you skippy (Hehe)
The bottom line is we twisted like Sam Kinison's back
After the car wreck
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
And if you missed it the name is Twiztid
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Qui qua Myzery para isla
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic
If everything is going my way
Then why does it suck so much to be Eric Ritter today?
I'm like the captain of the football team
And every girl who's someone in my school, they wanna suck my dick or sleep with me
I get big props, and high fives
For them quarter back sneaks from the 30 yard line
I never fuck with drugs, I only drink for the buzz
I can handle my liquor, and my daddy is a judge
And he looks out for me
But what about the prom queen?
It's been at least two weeks since she's been heard from or seen
Susan Casada, her momma is a lawyer and her daddy is a doctor
Her picture's in my locker
Her body's in the lagoon, underneath the lily pads
Glow from the moon, dark watery tomb
Consumed the body, then pulled her below
I wrapped her in my letterman coat and slit her throat
Then I let go
Loudest splash I ever heard
And from that day forward I haven't spoken a word
And from that day forward i haven't spoken a word......
The marsh lagoon
So many wanna dump their dead in here
Only the water
Only the waters know what stories they bare
My name's not important
You never thought you'd see the day when you would see me again
But now I caught you
I've been abused, confused but uplifted
So I choose to keep this inside but that shifted to a hate that'd keep me alive
Untill your heart stops
Then padlock your time box and dropped it in a black marsh
To Hell and back is where my mind has been
And once upon a time I had a friend I thought I really could confide in
Flashbacks of the touching
Uncomfortable feeling
Can't sleep much at night
I'm crawling the ceiling
Got me feeling like I'm sick and depressed
Cause everybody that I told, they just layed it to rest
But now I'm 25
And I'm sick of all the talking
Now I'm stalking you, waiting by the door that you'll be walking through
No disguise so you can recognize my face
And all the shame and disgrace will be the reason I dismantle you
I handle you like a candle
Break you in half and then I laugh at you
Soak you in gas and make you flammable
I burned the body and I gathered the ash
And then I sprinkle the lagoon every time I get the chance
The marsh lagoon
So many wanna dump their dead in here
Only the water
Only the waters know what stories they bare
I got dark secrets
Initialy I told everybody
One day I'ma snap and leave a crime scene bloody
But they only think I'm playing
I'm just a Dave from Donut Hut
They always like "What up Dave Nut?" when I show up
But that doesn't really bother me I suppose
Yet there's a darkness inside of me
Which eagerly grows
When I was younger I murdered off some neighborhood squirrels
And this abandoned garage was like my own private world
Now it's "Honey, I had a bad dream again"
I'm tripping
Demons eating me alive and burning within
I gotta feed it
I roll down another dark street
I'm trying to find something alive so I can smother out it's heartbeat
I'm thinking a hooker
You think I'm bullshitting?
I reach for my leathers, but I only find my wife's mittens in the glove box
Circle some blocks
I pick the chick up, I let her suck the dick up, before I cut her neck up
She kicked for a minute, not putting much in it
I never thought I'd get this mad
I'm glad I did it, I admit it
Feel so much better, a neck wetter, a throat shredder
I got blood on my sweater and I better not get a head, of myself
The first matter is disposal of the body
I found the perfect spot out past my Uncle Marty's
It's some hidden lagoon where it be dark all the time
I dumped her there and got on with mine
The marsh lagoon
So many wanna dump their dead in here
Only the water
Only the waters know what stories they bare
Only the trees
Only the fish
Only the bugs
And only the water
Truly really know
What happened that night
When right went wrong
Bump this shit Bump this shit (Tell me what you know good) Bump this shit Bump this shit. 2 years ago, a friend of mine named Jamie Madrox write these rhymes. And when I wrote dem rhymes this is what I said. Diemuthafuckadie, we rock the dead, I spit blood cause I love that shit quick to just straight up cum on your bitch dont mean mug or expect to die now put your motha fuckin bag of weed in the sky
I put my pen to the paper like (They're in love) Perform anywhere and nowhere for a (Pound of bud) I just like the feelin' of a (Microphone in my hand) I'm on a mission to turn 2 dollars to (200 hundred grand) We been rhymin like some poets since (We was young) Didn't make alot of money just (Rapped for fun) Now we got a little somethin' but it's (Not enough) And we ain't stoppin' baby we just started (Warmin' up)
You don't wanna see me and my (B BOY STANCE) Whoever spat on my shit can watch your whole world (Wing it) I make em say (HO!) I make em say (HO!) I make em say (HOLD UP!) (Tell me what you know good!) You don't wanna see me and my (B BOY STANCE) Whoever spat on my shit can watch your whole world (Wing it) I make em say (HO!) I make em say (HO!) I make em say (HOLD UP!) (Tell me what you know good!)
Some people call me monster but my name is JAMIE the misunderstood with many PERSONALITIES I roll with Monoxide and hes my BRO ran threw many bitches but we dont LOVE THEM HOES but they dont want us they want whats in our HANDS small venue big dicks bout to leave em brash put 12 stiches in that ass like KOBE and when I'm done that freaky bitch is gonna BLOW ME
M-O-N-O-X and a I-D-E only call me Paulie if your DOWN WITH ME never for the money always for the FAMILY. The familys the fire that burns INSIDE OF ME. I'ma juggalo wicked shit is my FAME. Keep it underground so I can let the BLOOD RAIN. If you gotta choice between an axe or a blade better grab the axe and PUT THE KNIFE AWAY.
You don't wanna see me and my (B BOY STANCE) Whoever spat on my shit can watch your whole world (Wing it) I make em say (HO!) I make em say (HO!) I make em say (HOLD UP!) (Tell me what you know good!) You don't wanna see me and my (B BOY STANCE) Whoever spat on my shit can watch your whole world (Wing it) I make em say (HO!) I make em say (HO!) I make em say (HOLD UP!) (Tell me what you know good!)
I got a lil older so I dropped a child, still smokin weed like its goin outta style. Skinny like a bean with the meat of a flea still all these bitches wanna sleep with me. T-W-I-Z-T-I-D on the Eastside is where you'll find me. Need a lil money so I pull a robbery, if I'm runnin from the cops my homies'll hide me
Now we back in the game people shakin like a leaf still holdin it down with 3 fingers for the East. Peace to the people that prise with us and if you aint down with us prepare to bust before we bust on you and your whole crew. In my b boy stance what the fuck you gone do? You ain't fly like an insect your a cockroach and were comin with enough shit to drown both coast
You don't wanna see me and my (B BOY STANCE) Whoever spat on my shit can watch your whole world (Wing it) I make em say (HO!) I make em say (HO!) I make em say (HOLD UP!) (Tell me what you know good!) You don't wanna see me and my (B BOY STANCE) Whoever spat on my shit can watch your whole world (Wing it) I make em say (HO!) I make em say (HO!) I make em say (HOLD UP!) (Tell me what you know good!)
That's my family Criminals and wierdos Outcasts and freakshows And members of the carnival That's my family Wicked clowns and dead folks And lyrical assassins that'll slash ya throat That's my family So put ya hands up Put ya hands up Put ya hands up That's my family Keep the hands up And represent the dark carnival for life motha facko!
Now come on where my family at (WOO WOO) thats what the fuck I'm talkin about. Now we keep it tight like cat burglers and ledges, look out you window I'll be hidin out in your hedges waitin for the second for you to turn your back and jump threw the window and attack your bitch ass. We keep it movin like a juggla jugglin wicked and thuggin motha fucka say somethin
Lable me whatever it never mattered to me long as I'm related to your family tree. Its a gang of us all shapes and sizes, and the world'll be inlightened when the dark sun rises. Despise us, go ahead hate me to your friend, no matter what you say or do this'll never end pretend its a dream and it dont matter what I say juggalos unite and represent at GOT-J
Keep it movin (rollin till it aint no wheels) Keep it movin (give it time to flex our skills) Keep it movin (you aint never seen a crew like us the underground rumbles everytime we bust. (Come on man) you aint never heard of the Carnival click (Come on man) we be deep N on some family shit (Come on man) you can try to get as close as you can get but you never come close to the hatchet
I bump the best shit, only the best shit And if it ain't a hatchet product it's bound to get ejected This shit is protected by computron And hard drives and main frames that it's downloaded on Virtual criminal, subtitle subliminal It's the carnival! Bumpin out the speakers in ya vehicle Madrox, venomous nemesis Deeper than a fat chicks cracks and crevaces (Oh I bet it is) Patience is a virtue and time waits for no man It'd take forever dogg for some people to understand Took quite a grip for me to master my shit And I still find myself just wantin to quit But my mind is uncontrollable With the ability to hop any obstacle And make it beneficial Can't no dudes hold us back, a bitch for that fact It'd take more that that to derail train from track
Keep it movin (rollin till it aint no wheels) Keep it movin (give it time to flex our skills) Keep it movin (you aint never seen a crew like us the underground rumbles everytime we bust. (Come on man) you aint never heard of the Carnival click (Come on man) we be deep N on some family shit (Come on man) you can try to get as close as you can get but you never come close to the hatchet
We keep it movin, improvin, all that we doin Makin decisions and rulin, every moment we schoolin I jump outta bed better than I was yesterday I'm so fuckin fresh, I think I'll bloody a mess today what happened? Yall don't know me, homie Ill slap yo bitch big ass while she blow me I thought you caught word, Violent J's an asshole Blowin mad grass, passed outta control Me and Jamie Madrox, Shaggy and Monoxide Scare the fuckin color out your hair like peroxide New shit's droppin, we don't stop choppin Our shit stays on and poppin while yall been floppin I'm a Don bitch, respect that shit or fuck off Still stayin scrub with a scrotum you can suck off Wicked shit baby, Jugga-lugga-lotus We the fuckin shit and you know this, roll wit us
Keep it movin (rollin till it aint no wheels) Keep it movin (give it time to flex our skills) Keep it movin (you aint never seen a crew like us the underground rumbles everytime we bust. (Come on man) you aint never heard of the Carnival click (Come on man) we be deep N on some family shit (Come on man) you can try to get as close as you can get but you never come close to the hatchet
Eternity for each and every one of us
Will you withstand and see the face of St. Peter
As he smiles and greets you with a warm welcome?
Or will you decline to the likes of him?
Who would have you spend eternity begging for mercy?
The choice is yours. Do you care? You should. They do.
No relation
Or 2nd coming of dark spawn
We're preparing a path for the children of Babylon
In search of Zion
Or a chemical release
At least it gives us inner peace for a second so we can sleep
Riddled by day dreams & puzzled by life
All of us are running through darkness in search of the light
As the demons disappear like phantoms in mirrors
And reappear transformed in the form of your fears
I got a feeling that you think it's a phony and far fetched
Till you're devoid of all hope and virtually helpless
It's necessary to never let it get worse than its gotten
It'll go on forever even after your rotten
And depending on the karma of spirit
Dwelling in inner being
Will determine eternity
Unless you intervene
With your man made destiny
And the myth it withholds
You will never find the light
As long as your eyes are closed
Are you going to hell or to heaven?
Did you walk with the sinners
Or pray with the reverend?
Tell the truth I did a little of both
And ain't no telling where I'm going
Till my body's a ghost
And we sing
The whole worlds gonna hate me in the end
When they're surrounded by nothing but the fire (nothing but the fire)
You can lie, but you're soaking in sin
When you die let you're karma begin
From the beginning to the end
You can see all around you right
So don't act like you don't recognize the light
And in spite of all the things that you did and I forgive
You will end up sitting where the devil lives
I told you all in the beginning I would have the last laugh
And your karma is the reason that you burn like gas
And in the past I been known to be a little to passive
But like I just said I'll be the last one laughing
Hopefully this will all make sense
When your looking through the fiery fence
And I commence
To keep walking through time
With a list of these names
That I guarantee their karma's gonna
Burn in these flames
So speak my name
And hate me for what I'm saying
But trust me I ain't playing
I think you should start praying
Hoping it starts paying off
The poison that your spraying often
Enough to really tick me off
An' I bust
Are you going to hell or to heaven?
Did you walk with the sinners
Or pray with the reverend?
Tell the truth I did a little of both
And ain't no telling where I'm going
Till my body's a ghost
And we sing
The whole worlds gonna hate me in the end
When they're surrounded by nothing but the fire (nothing but the fire)
You can lie, but you're soaking in sin
When you die let you're karma begin
From the beginning to the end
Now you can do whatever you want to me
But in the end your gonna burn like weed it may seem like he's working for me
But I swear there's no ties
Just a collaboration of your bullshit and lies
And your demise will come when I rise like the sun
And bring the drama with the muthafucking
I'm the chosen one so all your guns are obsolete
you better bring the devil when you think of fucking with me
At the point where you cease an exist to be
An clutch your fist in the state of the sight of your own grim reality
It ain't nobody's fault but your own
You had a choice in life now it's gone and it's time to move along
You can float to the heavens where the angels fly away
Or descend into gallows where atheists learn to pray
Ain't no place you wanna stay so you better choose wisely
Unless you wanna gamble with whatever might be
Are you going to hell or to heaven?
Did you walk with the sinners
Or pray with the reverend?
Tell the truth I did a little of both
And ain't no telling where I'm going
Till my body's a ghost
And we sing
The whole worlds gonna hate me in the end
When they're surrounded by nothing but the fire (nothing but the fire)
You can lie, but you're soaking in sin
When you die let you're karma begin
From the beginning to the end
From the beginning to the end
I wanna be batman cuz everybody really ain't shit to me
My super hero picture me if I was, batman
Studios and shows
Utility belt with a compartment for the pre-rolled
Smokin' bat blood off in the bat cave
Jamie Madrox, (and violent jay)
Gotham really don't look shit like detroit
But I think these muthafuckas get the point
Listen, word on the street
About the archon break
Scarecrow, poison ivy, catwoman, two face
All trying to kill me before the nightfall
But I got a bat suprise for each one of yall
Scarecrow tryin front me when I'm up in lakeside
Flash the bat-a-rang, watch a bitch nigga hide
Hold up
I don't know what the fuck you talkin' about
You ain't batman, fuck you
I'm batman
I remember once
I met this muthafucka in the flea market
He was sellin' 8-10's with his autograph on em
I got the gloves
The belt
The boots
Wait?!
Lemme walk in the closet for second
Help!
I got a bat dick
Help! Help!
You wanna see my dick bitch?
Ahaha....
Hound doggin this muthufucka
Raise up off my nizzogs
Get off my nuts
Get off me bitch
Ah shit muthufuckin hound dogs what?
Swingin from my balls so hard it's like I got a third nut
And look yo
I don't care who you know
Bitch what the fuck
Get the fuck to the back of the line
Lines of hoes sayin you's my cousin
Like my Mom and your Mom are sisters or sumthin
Oh yeah we down go ahead let em in
BAAH! knuckle hammers to the chin
Be down with me and I'll be down back
Put my dick in your mouth
You gonna hear your neck snap (Crack)
In fact, hoe fuck out my bus
Ask questions like a mutt
But ain't down to fuck
You see em come
You see em go
You see em come again
From my dick to Twiztid's dick
And then me
To Violent J's dick
To Blaze's dick
Try to grope us with they paws
Goddamn hound dogs
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
What's the whole meaning of a hound dog
Butt sniffin, dick lickin
All kind of wrong y'all
I'm in a club
Smokin on a square
Step on out to get a little fresh air
But I can't do that
I get attacked like a cardiac
People rushin front to back
They like sign that (Bitch)
Ain't nuthin wrong with giving me props
But actin like the punk ass cops
And swingin off my nuts has gotta stop
Walk around, spreading rumors like you know
Sayin shit you heard me tell a hoe after a show
Homey I don't play that shit one bit
Fuck around and get your head cut off right quick
Psychopathic bitch boy peep the axe
Specializing in splittin the hound dog backs
Plottin against the whole world of facts
So get off my dick and I'm out like that
Aight y'all
Wait come here
Oh my God you don't remember me?
I had a crush on you for like nine years
I don't know you fat bitch
It's me Jenny
I sat behind you in Ms. Crowberries chemistry class
Bitch I ain't even go to school
No I'm saying if you were to sit there
It would be the shit
Do you think you could sign my shirt?
Hehehe
Yeah I remember school
Hoes back then was like Joe Bruce ewww
Years pass by and look I'm a star
Now all them hoes are like Joe Bruce ahhhh
I'm still that nerdy ass voodoo nut
Now I got hound dogs sniffin my butt
I could have a worm hangin out of my dick hole
And they'd be like Aww I think it's cute though
Miss me with all that I ain't changed any
Look at me I make Big Pun look skinny
I'm ugly as fuck resembling a cling-on
Hoes still let me get my ding-a-ling a swing on
What up with these pop kids buyin my shit
Mainstream groupies get off my dick
I wanna see real juggalos at shows
Fuck these backstreet richie fake hoes
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Y'all don't even know who the fuck I am
Yet bitches like you's his friend Goddamn
My lips is crusty
My feets is musty
Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty
I ain't had pussy in eleven years (What?)
I been dead (Oh)
Ain't nobody sheddin tears
Look bitch I don't give a fuck about fame
Got cock for you bitches cause I'm married to the game
Ain't no shit to the shit I speak
Slap hound dog bitches in they face for weeks freak
I see you hatin on my Raiders cap
When back in the day you was all about that (Sure was)
Shot that ass out back in '89
Perry wearin locs and this clock of mine
Rose from the dead with the Lotus clique
I'm done played out and I ain't changin shit (Nope)
Hey aren't you Monoxide child?
That's right bitch
Right the skinny one
My best friend John
Is supposed to be cousins with you or sumthin
Who?
So like I figured if you give me your phone number
I could give it to him
And maybe we could all hang out or sumthin
Shiiiit
Whatever
Oh my God it's Blaze
Hey dead homey!
You's a hound dog bitch allow me to smack your face
Ridin on my dick now how my nuts taste
Everyplace that I go somebody want a photograph
Or an autograph
But can I get a gap
How did y'all get started?
Your shit is really tight
And what be motivatin y'all to grab a pen and write?
Listen here little bitch I'm the killer in disguise
Twiztid muthafucka with them milk white eyes
I despise how you perpatrate like a juggalo
But you ain't down muthafucka
You's a juggahoe
Hey hoe you're afraid of the facts
Never packin a gat and always seen with an axe
Take another picture and I'll break your jaw
I got an 80 pound punch for each and every one of y'all
Muthafuckas with the bitch ass hound dog face
My ass cracks exposed go ahead and get a taste
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say (Muthafuckin hound dog muthufucka)
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Yo, yo it be the same hound dogs in different cities
Starin at me like I'm a set of titties
Autographin t-shirts, hats, and socks
And this bitch don't even know Riddlebox
Real juggalos don't want no picture
They just walk up like what up ninja?
After that they give a fuck where I'm headin
They're like fuck him we lookin for neden
And I don't need anymore free tattoos
Got my arms lookin like Motley Crue's
I could be talkin to the finest bitch in the land
And you'd run up like hey what up man?
That's when I slap you right on the spot
And have Billy Bill beat you down in the parking lot
Do I think I'm better cause neden comes easy
For sheesy bitch
Bottom line y'alls get off our balls
Psychopathic out like Biggie Smalls
Smoking hydro, feeling fine, slow sipping on wine, wine, yeah, ghetto wine
Hydro, yeah, should of been told ya, living proof soliders, winos
So come and light the spliff dawg and it better be that hydro
Now all these people wanna smoke some weed with Twiztid
And see if we really smoke that's all that's listed
From bubblegum to super skunk, 1 to 5
I even smoked a little bit of some shit they called the beehive
I been to Europe and made Amsterdam cry
Cause me and Madrox straight smoked them hoes dry
I'm like fuck Cheech, Cheech don't even hit the bong
And I've did 30 days from drinking cleanall with Tommy Chong
I shot a movie with the guy from Halfbaked
He didn't smoke, but he was funny
So I guess he's only half fake
So rake those seeds out your weed
I'm not smoking that shit that you're about to roll up
To me, don't even look potent
And I ain't choking of them stems and seeds
And why does everybody say they smoke more weed than me?
It's not a race it ain't no contest
Winner roll the weed up
Think about that and keep the treat up
From the chronic to the green ass weed with no seeds
To the boogie that'll make a motherfuckers lungs bleed
Smoke down in the car cant breathe everybody wanna smoke with me
To the dawgs with the pre-rolled blunts in the air bumping this like we don't care
Dirty piss violated again I'm in the system and I just cant win
Twiztid's gonna get ya
Twiztid's spliff that is the mission
What we hitting is that chronic weed
Quickly to split your gone
Have you tripping coughing, laughing long
Better go around and get you some
Roll it in a blunt, or we could rip it from a bong
It's the potent that can keep me up
And help me keep my rhyme in focus
I'm in this hocus pocus like there's magic in every puff
It's magic to the man to handle it if you can
If you ain't put in on the weed, you ain't smoking, understand?
I gives a damn about a so to so rudey lovers love to play
Store the weed you got on stage and makes sure its the purple haze
No need in holding back, gonna spend the extra money
Split the philly up the middle, go on and lace it with that honey
So we can burn slow
So we preserve smoke
Cause you know we love to blow smoking on that hydro
From the chronic to the green ass weed with no seeds
To the boogie that'll make a motherfuckers lungs bleed
Smoke down in the car cant breathe everybody wanna smoke with me
To the dawgs with the pre-rolled blunts in the air bumping this like we don't care
Dirty piss violated again I'm in the system and I just cant win
One puff and it blows ya head off, second puff you're set off
The third, toking shit on your chest ya wanna let off
Pass the joint, pass the point of being tore down
I'm so high that my heartbeats starting to slow down
Fingernails are roach clips for gormet smoking
Smashed up glass pieces slash my whole face open
I'm zoning and I don't feel a thing
I probably won't recall a single things that's happening
My medicine is sold by the dope man
Quarters and halves, and big boys and Q.P's that come with fat price tags
How much are ya spending? Whatever it takes to get
Rid of these headaches and shakes make no mistakes
I come with green for the green, an even exchange
No money for a bag of brown backyard boogie
I get so high that you would have to rip me out of the sky
For the feeling that the real green provides
From the chronic to the green ass weed with no seeds
To the boogie that'll make a motherfuckers lungs bleed
Smoke down in the car cant breathe everybody wanna smoke with me
To the dawgs with the pre-rolled blunts in the air bumping this like we don't care
[Jamie Madrox]
How i live
My michrophone is my outlet
To project my style and see how loud the crowd can get
No non-sence this is how you need to be livin
Dude this is the life we show improve on each and every move
We need some money smokeing bitches to clear our vision like visine
And a 40 of O-E for the I.V.
So gimmie gimmie cuz im livin for the fame
And i aint leavin till i get all that i can and then some
[Monoxide Child]
I see it tatted on ur back and ur arms
And im a static you a deal to throw whats killin ur moms
I know ur pops dont understand he thinks ur buildin a bomb because you sit up in ur room and every word you sing along
And it seems every word comein outta ur mouth is raw
And the truth is they dont have a clue whats goin on
If they would just shut the fuck up give me a listen then they could hear it all in my voice exactly how im livin
Thats how i live
Ridin on the streets that we live
(Thats how i live)
Tryin to take as much as i give
(Thats how i live)
Plantin bad seeds in ur kids
(Thats how i live)
Dont be actin like you know who this is
(thats how i live)
[Jamie Madrox]
How i live
Tinted windows on suv's im smokein
Purchesed from grammer and words spoken
Uh hustla i was born and raised
With the knowlege that you gotta do what you gotta to get paid
Cant respect game
Ill see you on the grind
Same heart same passion its my three of a kind
Its TWIZTID and yuh boy proof from the dirty dozen this shit was destined to happen dont ever say it wasnt
[Proof]
Please belive it we sit and re-think it
Spit flames just blow ur mind and re-heat it re-seaded
Slim nov for cons fifty knee beezy
And necro jigga its d tweezy
Tiwztid we bees the misfits
Keep squeezin bisquits
Street clean the district
This means restricted
Family nah ambity time
You cross one of them you cross me im layin you down
[Chorus]
[Monoxide Child]
Affiliated with sum folks that most of yall aint really heard of its keepin me secret just like a murder
With blurred vision im undercover like burn victims witta temper like a pitbull waitin my turn sick em'
Lickin my chaps why you sit in the same spot like street sighns while i resurect the whole east side
Thats how i live and you can love it or leave it
But for you to do what i do it'd take ur whole life to achieve it
[Proof]
My cousins from other mothers they dozens they brothers of us mother that icp be feared recoverd that gang among us
Pac and big is the world
Wipein balde exhaust
Tryin to repair the damages and managin they j and ob
So wish to esham
Detroit in these palms
We tryin to get back to these local cats to point where there from
So i spit it how im in it a minute how i spit it forever walked in it lets get it how we live it its good
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How does it feel to be you
How does it feel to feel the way you do
It's so decisive
And I don't care if you like or you hate me
I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me
Looking through your window
As a thunder bolt strikes the ground
Wind blowing through the trees making irritating sounds
Like the voice in the back of my head when I'm immune
To the confines of Dracula's tomb
9th rate man made Nosferata
Child of the night sending shocks through your body
Fatter than Poveratti
Speak softly
Or back up off me
Feline before I gaze in your eyes and blow your mind
Sickness what I depicted is ordered and evicted
Frequently described as being Twiztid or wicked
Predicted many sights seen happening to lives
Perform on the daily in disguise
Sinister
Tell the minister to bless my soul
Momma made me mind broken and went outta control
Smash the remote control through television screen
Blame it on the movie or a dream, it's all the same
Mind games, little prodigies paralyzed
Swollen little brain mesmerized
Then he dies
Left alone in a world full of hate
Body rots away while his mind incubates
How does it feel to be you
How does it feel to feel the way you do
It's so decisive
And I don't care if you like or you hate me
I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me
How does it feel to be you
How does it feel to feel the way you do
It's so decisive
And I don't care if you like or you hate me
I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me
You label me a paranoid schizophrenic
Known on this planet for 2 things
Talkin shit and automatic
Mind gets transferred in little walks through the woods
Bury you alive if I could
Robin through the hood with a body in the trunk
Unidentified because he's known as a chump
I hear him keep talking junk in my ear
But nobody else can hear
I look around and I'm feeling weird
Palms are sweaty I'm about to black out
Last chance but nothing could stop this Twiztid sprout.
I'm all about mad cussing
Fuck you and the red Martian
Peon wrecking and skull crushing
Turning bitches to dust and when I recite you folks die
Like I creep in the night, I let your soul fly
So high that I never touch ground
Make it so your bodies never found
Another Unsolved Mystery
Looking for some nobody
Every single night on TV
Try to get me to see .
My eyes closed and rolled back
Holdin a thought deep in my mind about a car jack
Another brake down in the middle of the street
People just kept moving they feet
Treat me like a freak, so how am supposed to act
So when you see me muthafucka be prepared for the axe
How does it feel to be you
How does it feel to feel the way you do
It's so decisive
And I don't care if you like or you hate me
I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me
How does it feel to be you
How does it feel to feel the way you do
It's so decisive
And I don't care if you like or you hate me
I know you motherfuckas bout to underrate me
We're going vampire hunting with a 9 millimeter
Our souls our blessed by Mary Magdalene and Saint Peter
Eat a bit of flesh but I call it the host
Am I dead, alive, or just a ghost
Comatose midrange, 2 dollars and some change
Hoping, picturing sanity but I'm feeling so insane
(Chorus x3)
Mashed potatos, we're unable to row, riding on a gravy boat
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh gravy boat!
(Madrox)
We run shit like constipation on Exlax
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)
I'm on speed
Abstruction 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
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh gravy boat!
Behind this gate is a place, a damp, dark place, where sunlight does not shine. A
place where people who are different can call home. And what home would be
complete without a family? A family of hideous abominations that were cast out of
your world. A world that brags and boasts of love...the world didn't love when
they branded us freek shows. Ah yes, that hideous little name we embrace like the
night. It was you that turned your back on them and now they're going to rip your
soul apart. There's no way out now. The mutation process has already begun, just
like that. Whether you change and decompose is of no concern to me now. Be warned;
my job is done. Welcome to...OLD SCHOOL TWIZTID-TWIZTID-TWIZ....
Your whole life's about to change in the next 20 seconds
As you glance there's a lady running at your car half naked
Bleeding from her neck to her chest
And four guys chasing after her with axes and they look fucking possessed
Without thinking you unlock the doors to lend a hand
Before she gets in the car they're approaching and coming fast
Hit the gas and she won't stop screaming
She keeps saying over and over that she was mauled by a demon
Blood, so much blood it was unreal
She'd go quiet for a second then go nuts and grab the steering wheel
Just calm the fuck down, you're scaring the shit out of me
I'm gonna take you to the hospital and leave you in the lobby
You're gonna be fine, side wiped in my blind side
By a deuce and a quarter with one headlight
Just then I looked him right in the face
And seen two glowing eyes peering out of a pillow case
Now what the fuck is that? I think your friends are back
Hey lady wake up, you're bleeding all over the dash
As I pushed her on the shoulder, she turned around and bit me
First the guys with the axes and now this bitch wants to kill me
Hom-Sha-Bom
Release the spirit and move along
We'll be coming
They'll be coming for you and it won't be long
Hom-Sha-Bom
Release the spirit and move along
We'll be coming
They'll be coming for you and it won't be long
This body doesn't belong to you (I know)
This body never belonged to you (I know)
This body doesn't belong to you (I know)
This body never belonged to you (Just go)
Now they're on the side of us
I can either run us both off of the road or crash into a school bus
I'm looking out and see one of my front wheels
Go bouncing off a tree and now it's headed for my windshield
Pieces of glass are in my throat
And this bitch is in the front seat laughing like it's a joke
And now I look and see them coming, walking
They got their axes and they're talking in Aramaic or maybe it was Latin
I'm kinda woozy and I'm starting to trip
Cause this bitch must have bit a fucking hole in my wrist
I feel it thriving like a heart attack
But I can't think about that and I all see is the end of a bloody axe
Come smash through, all in my windows on both sides
And all these hands grabbing us out the ride
And choke holds applied and I'm thrown across the street
Face first and I'm so weak that I can barely even speak
There's gotta be some kind of code or witch practice
Some sort of a horrific movie of Black Magic
All the blood in my eyes, it couldn't hide
And by the screams I heard, they must be ripping out her insides
Hom-Sha-Bom
Release the spirit and move along
We'll be coming
They'll be coming for you and it won't be long
Hom-Sha-Bom
Release the spirit and move along
We'll be coming
They'll be coming for you and it won't be long
This body doesn't belong to you (I know)
This body never belonged to you (I know)
This body doesn't belong to you (I know)
This body never belonged to you (Just Go)
I can't see, to much blood inside of my eyes
But I can kind of make out silhouettes to my surprise
I'm in the clear, no one surround me
But across the street it sounds just like the Exorcist movie
Screaming, crying, parked cars flying
Around and smashing into the ground, it's devastating
The strange motherfuckers with axes got us surrounded
I wonder if they're gonna kill her, my heart's pounding
Drowning in anticipation
I mean if they kill her, they're killing me and that's a fucked up situation
She's changing into a demon with every chant
They're saying in that language that I still don't understand
Then a burst of light exploded
And the ground started shaking and the side of a building a portal opened
She doesn't look anything like she did before
She's got the body of a snake with wings and devil horns
Hom-Sha-Bom
Release the spirit and move along
We'll be coming
They'll be coming for you and it won't be long
HOM-SHA-BOM
Release the spirit and move along
We'll be coming
They'll be coming for you and it won't be long
This body doesn't belong to you (I know)
This body never belonged to you (I know)
This body doesn't belong to you (I know)
Here we go
Juggalo clap, clap
Juggalo clap, clap
From the front to the back
Juggalo (clap, clap)
Juggalo (clap, clap)
Juggalo clap, clap
Juggalo clap, clap
From the front to the back
Juggalo (clap, clap)
Juggalo (clap, clap)
Juggalo (clap, clap)
From the front to the back
Juggalo (clap, clap)
Clap clap (clap, clap)
From the front to the back
Speak to a tone re-adjust ear drums
Highly intelligent for a species labeled dumb,
Numb from the neck up zone as I perform
And through the energy we acquire we are re-born,
It's intense as we commence to dispense the shit
Spittin' verbal milk while you suckin' a sour tit
Inconsiderate to competitors trying to elevate
Intermixing intermingling with the venomous snakes
Fuck that you can go on and slither away
Simple minded mutha fuckas swiping sugars from our Kool-Aid
Who made the sky red and swallowed the sun
And spoke the word of light to enlighten the mass of everyone
Ummm... I believe that's us
And when the mics are on, and we bust
It like an adrenalin rush
To your dome and mine too and everyone behind you
As long as you keep it Twiztid we'll always be beside you
I want you to feel this,
This pain, this hate, even if you can't pretend to relate
Feel this
Can you feel this?
Can you, can you feel this?
Riding by windows shakin' while I'm passing by
Got a big screen TV in the front for I,
With a DVD player playing porno nonstop,
I'm so fuckin' high
I don't wanna drive anymore
So I crashed in the back of my ex-girl's 4x4,
Can you feel that you bitch?
And matter of fact
You can eat a dick and drink piss,
Feel this like you felt my dick all up in your mouth
Like the shit you spit
Nothing but a poisonous snake
Trying to steal my rhythm
So I see em' in the grass and I, get em'
Don't fuck wit em',
Cause he's half a 'port short of a full pack on the attack,
Half you bitches just wanna steal my shine
And the other half ain't worth the time
I want you to feel this,
This pain, this hate, even if you can't pretend to relate
Feel this
Can you feel this?
Can you, can you feel this?
Don't spit 'til you see the grit of the mic,
Cause when you're in the zone
You don't care if they do or don't like
Your flow and no I don't hold no grudge to those
You stay afloat in this time of no hope,
So dance with the spirits on the day of the dead
In the presence of the things that can reside inside of your head
Cause they phony like them silicone bags in stripper's bras
Step one is defining it
And two is cutting it off
Spit fire, always for hire,
And I'll never stop killing till God retires,
I want everybody to feel the wrath of my flow,
And if you can't feel this there's the door,
Robbing from the rich and poor alike I don't care,
Walk into times square and leave a bomb there,
Fuck with us and try to come get us,
Right here and right now
I'm gonna blow like...
I want you to feel this,
This pain, this hate, even if you can't pretend to relate
Feel this
Can you feel this?
Can you, can you feel this?
Juggalo, juggalo,
From the front to the back,
Juggalo, juggalo, juggalo, juggalo,
From the front to the back,
Juggalo, juggalo, juggalo,
From the front to the back,
Juggalo,
Frankenstein!
I'm not a clone, I'm a frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't notice
Frankenstein!
So what if I use jumper cables to kick start this retard
And his brother in this music game of street smarts?
Bitch, we been doing this since '93
10 years in this so called industry
What I see is so many stars sucking dick
What we be is something that's truly flipping the script
What ya'll know is only what they provide you with
A song is a song even if you call it a hit
My face is my property, painted up or not
Wearing a mask, whatever I have or have not
We come as an extension of who I be, ain't nobody writing raps for me
And basically we put in mad work for the little that we've obtained
Ain't no plaques covering my wall with my name
But my ever growing family is spreading in mass
Enough to scare the shit out of your playa hating ass
And you still wanna call me a clone?
"We've finally done it..."
I'm not a clone, I'm a frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't notice
Frankenstein!
People, the panic's kinda wide spread
I'm shedding skins like chameleons just to keep up my disguises
Now I'm hearing that this is the only reason that the people play me
But they really hate me when my make-up's off
You sound soft, goo
And I'ma put it in the words of the B.I., then maybe you will realize
This ain't a game, and I ain't a clone, it ain't the fame it's the microphone
And all the family I've obtained over the years who representing for the same fears
You keep hating and disrespecting
Violent J put us up on the grind and said "You gotta keep an axe in your waist at all times, and it's a whole lot of people
that's just looking to side, so don't worry about the haters, you just bring it from withinside."
So this soul, this song, this rhyme, is the soul of your very own Frankenstein
I'm not a clone, I'm a frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't notice
Frankenstein!
"If it's blown up, you'll see that it's good, and multiplied! Good, but it's.."
Frankenstein
Frankenstein!
If they're both clones, what the fuck am I?
A painted dead body soaked in clone's formaldehyde?
Known to sway your eye and straight knock out teeth
And bring the heat to your zone, leaving ya to smoke in the street
Knocking the beats, knocking the throw, knocking your door off the hinges
Fuck you bitches and all you haters laying on the floor
Fuck what you know, I play a base for a haters domes and telephone poles because I'm out cold
Colton the undying, Blaze ya dead, you know the rest
And it's a mothafucking shame to catch a bullet in your chest
For some shit you said when you was high and thugging
Light a gas in your face, and look who ain't saying nothing
You's a fake yourself, and fuck your wealth
And fucking with a Frankenstein is bad for your health
And you can put it on my casket and my fan bases
This 40, these nuts, and our painted faces
I'm not a clone, I'm a frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't notice
I'm feeling sacrilegious and I'm so mad at the church I
Can't believe they would inflict so much hurt why
Could you put such a hole in my faith
That I constantly feel like I'm falling from grace
And being chased by
This face that lives inside of the hate that lives
Inside of the way that I always seem to relate cry
For me and if I ever find the answer
I promise I'll spread it quicker than cancer
Now ask yourself are there really things that go bump in the night
Or are we taught as children to have fright for things that might
Live or breath or might not even exist
Cause fear is a son of a bitch of man's myths
And his job is keeping the urban legends alive
By telling stories and enhancing em with devilish lies
So stay afraid of the many beings and strange things
That will live forever in folklore and remain to be seen
I don't know what to believe anymore I
Feel like I'm falling further and therefore I
Feel like I'm losing my grip and I don't know why
I better get it right this time, you better get it right
I better get it right, you better get it right
I better get it right this time, you better get it right
I better get it right, you better get it right
I better get it right this time
There are so many diseases and so little cures to 'em
My cousin just past from a sickness unbeknownst to him
There's so many reasons we're medicated
Mostly because it's good for the economy
And most of us are related to the illness passed down
>From gene pools of relatives
So if your uncle's crazy I'm saying' there ain't no telling
If it skips a generation or smashes a Y chromosome
Infecting your family tree with paranoial overtones
Now I just woke up and I really don't know what happened
She was laying there bleeding on the mattress
I didn't know she was an actress addicted top every kind of pill
That you can prescribe or imagine
I was sleeping she was grabbing to get her hands
On something sharp to put it to her neck an started jabbing
All the doctors are wrong I can't believe she's gone
And now I'm taking the medicine she was hooked on
I don't know what to believe anymore I
Feel like I'm falling further and therefore I
Feel like I'm losing my grip and I don't know why
I better get it right this time, you better get it right
I better get it right, you better get it right
I better get it right this time, you better get it right
I better get it right, you better get it right
I better get it right this time
Now I can feel the eyeball watching from outer space
And the look on my face is saying it all
I need to find a safe place to call home
Where no one's watching I'm all alone
Put me in a coffin of stone
If I'm hiding it won't matter they keep finding
A hundred and one different ways to keep us dying
You think I'm trying to keep up all the lying
But really I'm just caught in the middle now everybody
It's hard to believe in lies from inbreeds with invisible eyes
Incapable to see from a computer screen
Or the station from your Pentium processor
While the satellite is covering your whole circumference
Of the planetary globe watch as the chaos unfolds
As young men and women are growing old and weak
And far too scared to try to speak to the powers that be
So instead they claim peace in the midst of war
I don't know what to believe anymore I
Feel like I'm falling further and therefore I
Feel like I'm losing my grip and I don't know why
I better get it right this time, you better get it right
I better get it right, you better get it right
I better get it right this time, you better get it right
I better get it right, you better get it right
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 sin to bite, 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!
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