1.Twiztid(Intro)
2.Second Hand Smoke
free your mind
I represent the east side, no peace
Fuck the police
We tell you to increase the deceased at least
A grown man tellin you something that he believe
Practice to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve
What the fuck bitch, chuck bitch
Why you talkin shit？
Better duck bitch.
Before your dome get hit.
This shit is twiztid deeper than that old french braid.
Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick it
Everybody else real talkin bout something.
What you thought you heard bitch,
Can it, cause your frontin.
Dead wrong.
Dinner table conversations.
Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions.
Part of the contamination of mind state.
Sleep in a dream, hopin it's gone when i awake.
Mama think i'm a play on play serial killa
Fruitloop biting my mind like godzilla
We survive like catipillas in cocoons and caskets
Stretch the industry like elastic
So fantastic, like the newport cigarette that i smoke.
Hit the motherfucka till i choke
I brag and i boast about nothin
Death, dying, and hoes fuckin
So understand that he's saying something.
Never be heard i'm underground with the dirt and grime
Smashin heads be my reason for rhyme
I'm on time like a motherfucka
Leavin you hangin in the forest
Standin in some comfortable shifts like chuck norris
Check the chorus
Second hand smoke when you breath.
Remember what i told you always believe.
You relieve on the monoxide child and wild.
Travel the world on nine cloud screaming loud.
Free your mind
Breath it in second hand smoke
Free your mind
Breath it in second hand smoke
You phony bitches wanna shut me down
Pullin plugs on the microphones.
Hatin on the individual handle mr.bones
Hope your speaker's ain't ohms or they dead blown
If they aren't turn this motherfucka up and mash on
As we blast off bitch ass niggas at fast rates
Growin at a fast pace made my heart race.
Lookin death in the face and i don't even shudder.
If my woman starts cheatin motherfuck her, bitch
I'm out my cell
Seen weed, fame and wealth
So take your hopes and dreams,
And put that shit back on the shelf
Cause we rollin in a ride far from stolen
Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grade motors and
Takin curbs with ease, blowin trees, lookin chinese
Hopin that the cops ain't tailin me.
Tryin to violate the glass house
Nigga pass the blunt before you pass out
Cause now it's on, pushin hubcaps
Patrollin the hood, so fuck that.
Heard the shit and the shit is all wack
Plannin the attack, cause we move when it's dark at night
Believe the rumors, cause they probably all right.
Outta sight like concealed weapons and drug trades
Barricading your door for the raid
And in the shade is a sawed off double-barreled pump
Lookin for mothafuckas who wanna jump.
Cause i got 13 bullets in my pocket i'm a mad man
My trigger finger turnin suckers to sand
Free your mind
Breath it in second hand smoke
Free your mind
Breath it in second hand smoke
Distraught from head trauma
You can't even see the drama
I get the persona from marijuana
At night i lay stressed with no place to go
All by my lonely screamin out fuck that show
Cigarettes, blunt smoke i love the smell
Player hate me cause i smoke, burn in hell
Cause it ain't for everybody
I live to sever bodies so melancholy
Suicide is just a folly and i'm out
Free your mind
Breath it in second hand smoke (what, what)
Free your mind
Breath it in second hand smoke
Free your mind
Breath it in second hand smoke (what)
Free your mind
Breath it in second hand smoke
Free your mind
Breath it in second hand smoke
Second hand smoke, second hand smoke, what
Free your mind
Breath it in second hand smoke (yeah)
Free your mind
Breath it in second hand smoke (right)
Free your mind
Breath it in
3.Diemothafuckadie!
that's the shit
Twiztid
Twiztid we give it up wig splits
Wig splits
Wig splits
Twiztid's givin wig splits.
We cracked your head in half
And what shit 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 insult 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
Feelin so weak and i can't see em
My conscience keep leaving me .
Falling in and out
Waking up with bullets of sweat and cotton mouth
Them down south niggas don't know about this
And niggas on the west side way too pissed.
Because it's east side niggas talking hardcore shit
Enough to get the north side hit, we the shit
We legit like a muthafucka
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？
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
I smoke too many cigarettes and get high too much
Don't work enough
Shit is too rough
I could give a fuck less if the whole world blow up
Or what gang signs niggas throw up
I'm too 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'd be 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 doughnut in their mouth and a badge in their ass
Because the pigs don't get no class
They get their wigs spilt
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
My life is tearin 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
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 shook yeah
Get your wig spilt bitch and we out
Get your wig spilt bitch and we out
Get your wig spilt bitch and we out
Tell these motherfuckers what we talking about
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Muthafucka die (yeah,yeah)
Muthafucka die (yeah,yeah)
Won't you die
Mothafucka die (yeah,die)
Mothafucka die (yeah,die)
Forget you mothafuckas
Yeah, yeah
Die mothafucka
Die
Die...
4.Rock The Dead
Make a move to the sky
Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive
Make a move to the sky
Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive
Space and beyond, mind of a idiot
I stole your head stone from your grave plot
Conscious and confused,
See tomorrow's dreams on tonights news
Bloo bah falling through a hole in the sky
Will i die？
And all the time i've applied with this life love and lies
Stepping in the darkness walking through my conscience
Like an android i remain heartless
Underground and middle know me well
Bring it to the white lights of the depths of hell
Walk through the time ？？？ hand in hand with clear minds
Thoughts are harmonious like the rhythm of wind chimes
Peel back the rind and examine the fruit
Run to the corpse buried in its best suit
Maggots crawling out its face
Eyes sunk in its head
Through your fucking arms up and rock the dead
Chorus
Screamin like ah i cant even take it no more
Release the straps from my jacket and let me go
Ill medication got my whole body shaking
Planning escaping but they gon keep on chasing
I faceing off with world and the planet nigga hoe
Buried alive like real god dammit
It aint a living thing it's a no fuck wit it thing
Bring the pain, and ima leave with the rain
Insane when i leave this bitch
I got the whole world screaming out you aint shit
We be the wrong ones you can bet
I don't know why you hide your face, cuz im coming for your neck
Bad part, of your block
What you got？ should i cut your head off, on the spot
A whole pile a dead bodies im on top
Me and my man rocking the dead like
Uh non stop
Chorus
Got vision on you point blank range
Strange look coming
Cuz im in all black and i be rocking with the axe
Every day life how i'm living
Cemetery watch the grave digging
Sacrifice another victim
You can hear me screaming through the trees and the woods
Hang myself from a higher branch if i could
Gotta get em out gotta get these thoughts outta my head
So i keep rocking the dead
Some of my best friends are dead
If you include monoxide, violent j, shaggy and evil ed
Serial killers from the west and the east
Dead motherfuckers from here to brake st.
Fuck it if you missing some limbs and patches of hair
Nod your bald head and through your nubs in the air
I wanna see zombies jump and scream a loud
And kill every live motherfucker in the crowd
Chorus repeated
5.Spin The Bottle
(jamie maddrox)
Man, fuck that shit man
(shaggz)
Fuck that
What？
(jamie maddrox)
Whats up with this bitch？
She better come suck my dick or something
(shaggz)
Bitch
(chorus) 1x
Whos going up？
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby
And give it to me
(monoxide child)
Its paulie, baby paulie
The nipple licking love
Sporting, cowboy boots and a florescent glove
I lassoed you up, and then i jumped on your back
I needs no saddle, i just sit on my nut sack
(chorus) 1x
(shaggz)
Its stretch nuts up the back and i'm going get this ho
Bottle still spining and my sack about to blow
Up in my pencil chipping, chick stop the fronting
Lets forget the game and get down to humping
(chorus) 1x
(jamie maddrox)
Its me, jamie madd, ？？？？
I touch and tap and tickle you, till you melt like ice cream
I know you want my bod, and fat kids are so sexy
Take off all your clothes and come over here next to me biatch
(chorus) 1x
(violent j)
Its violent j baby, the wizard of the street
Sporting your panties, just to show you i'ma freak
I'll slide in your bed, for i got a surprise
You got clown makeup smeared on your inner thighs
Give it to me 8x
(jamie maddrox)
Man, who the bottle pointing on？
(shaggz)
What
What
(jamie maddrox)
Somebody better suck on my dick in this motherfucker, i ain't
playing no more
(chorus) 1x
(monoxide child)
You can call me the plumber, cuz i snake your drain
But buttermilk lovenugget, that be the name
I swings to the left, cuz i'm swift with my meat
And i tickle, twisty, nippy nipples off....damn
(chorus) 1x
(shaggz)
Spin number 2, and my chances looking good
Already hit one neden, now i'm going for her friend
It don't make a difference, i really don't care
Besides all this shit, aslong as she gots neden hair
(chorus) 1x
(jamie maddrox)
All i heard was bang bang bang, no i ain't tripping
Pink front so whack, that my bang is slipping
Blood quicker than the path my eyes, she replied
I could get better traction, if i hit it from the side
Now baby...bitch, lemme get some magic
I'm trying to leave this nut stain on your momma mattress
(chorus) 1x
(violent j)
Its me again j!!! i would love to turn you out
But, i think i'll pass, cuz your shit is blew out
Just hold your shyt together, cuz something maybe ？？
Or maybe you can let me holla at your puiny hole
Give it to me (repeats through maddrox until chorus) 8x
(jamie maddrox)
Man, u goin suck violent j's dick
Lick shaggz balls
Hump monoxide
(chorus through maddrox) 4x
And you can't even touch my butt？
Bitch, i'll choke your ass
Mothafucka, how many times do i not get some？
I ain't get no love in this mothafucka
Hey look, touch my butt
Touch my butt right now
I'ma pull it out
You betta touch my shit
Don't fuck with me girl, i know where you live
Touch my butt
Touch my ass right now
Look its out....touch it ew ew touch it
Touch my ass
Girl, you betta touch my ass
6.Blink
(chorus) x3
Show me lies just beyond me eyes
Would you take me to the world where my spirit flies
Tell me is it really fact or a pack of lies
Show me what's beyond my eyes
(monoxide and maddrox alteranting each verse)
When i open my eyes i see the blood on the wall
Neck and backs start to contract about the fall
When i open my eyes i only try to hide the pain
Cuz legally, physically, mentally i'm insane
When i close my eyes everything goes black
My heart beat skips rhythms like a heart attack
I'm an insomniac with a nose bleed
You can ask nosferatu bitch he knows me
When i open my eyes i'm hoping everybody dies
Missions with the comptons when the carnival arise
When i open my eyes the dead will resurrect
And we gonna itch you bitches with polished and slit neck
When i close my eyes my body's paralyzed
Ingulfed in the swarm by the lord of the flies
My eyes stay closed my temperature falls
My bed starts shaking blood dripping from the walls
When i open my eyes another day without a friend
Sick and tired, crazy, and bored when will it end
When i open my eyes i wish that i could glue them shut
But then i couldn't see my cigarettes and i'd be fucked
When i close my eyes i see how everybody dies
Hanging from a rope all with fear in their eyes
Choking on their lies and their blood and sweat
But don't leave now you aint seen shit yet
(chorus x 2)
Take me
Bring me
Show me
Why don't you？
When i open my eyes i can feel my ears bleed
Nerves flee shaking my hand wishing me godspeed
When i open my eyes i'm in a trance
My only thought is rocking the dead until they dance
When i close my eyes i see hell turn to ice
Starving little children feeding on the rancid mice
My eyes stay closed angels fall from the sky
They say that it rains every time god cries
When i open my eyes i see heaven on a cloud
All these people in a line but i can't hear a sound
When i open my eyes i'm steady falling out of grace
Contacted by the beast of the flames and pure hate
When i close my eyes the mirror goes black
A demon crawls through and tries to kill me with an ax
He chase me around the room until i'm tired as fuck
Then i fell into the corner now i'm shit out of luck
When i open my eyes i'm only asking to be buried alive
I can't escape the voices calling inside
When i open my eyes i know i'm better off dead
I'm still looking for a way to cut off my own head
When i close my eyes the devil man appears
And tells me he's been hiding in my closet for years
My eyes stay closed and he rambles on
And hands me the lyrics to a dark lotus song
(chorus x 5)
7.How Does It Feel？
How does it feel to be you？
How does it feel to feel the way you do？
Its so decessive.
And i dont care if you like or you hate me.
I know you motherfuckers bound to underrate me.
Lookin through the window as the moon strikes the ground.
Wind blowin into the trees makin irriating sounds.
Like the boys in the back of my head, but im immune.
To the confined, but dragulous tune.
Night grave man made ？
Childs of the night sendin shocks through your body.
Fatter than papperazzi
Speak softly or back up of me.
？ before i gaze in your eyes and blow your mind.
Sickness!
What i depicted is ？ and addicted.
Frequently being described as being twiztid.
Or wicked.
Predicted many sites scene happenings alikes.
Perform on a daily in disguise.
Sinister tell the minister.
To bless my soul.
Momma maybe mine broke and went outta control.
Smash the remote control.
Through television screens.
Blame it on a movie or a dream.
Its all the same.
Mind games even apologies paralyzed.
Swollen little brain mismerized.
Then he dies.
Left only in a world full of hate.
Body rots away, what is mine incubates.
They label me a paranoid schizophrenic.
Known on this planet.
For two things, talkin shit and automatic.
Mind gets tragical a little walk through the woods.
Bury you alive if i could.
Mobbin through the hood.
With a body in the trunk.
Unidentified cause he's known as a chump.
I hear him keep talkin junk.
In my ear.
But nobody else can hear.
I look around and im feelin weird.
Palms are sweaty im bout to black out.
Last chance, but nothin can stop this twiztid sprout.
Im all about, mad cussin.
Fuck you and you the red ？
Me goin mack on the school crush.
Turnin bitches to dust.
And when i recite your fucks die.
Like i'm ？ the night i let your soul fly.
So high, that i never touch ground.
Make it so your bodies never found.
Another unsolved mystery.
Lookin for some nobody.
Every single night on t.v.
Tryin to get me to see.
My eyes closed and rolled back.
Holdin in thoughts deep in my mind bout a carjack.
Another great found layin in the street.
People just kept movin they feet.
Treated like a freak, so how am i suppose to act？
So when you see me mother fucker be prepared for the ax.
There go a vampire hung with a 9 millameter.
Are souls are blessed by mary ？ and st. peter.
It'll be the place, but i call it the host.
Am i dead or alive, or just a ghost.
？？？ midrange.
Two dollars and some change.
But for future insanity.
But im feelin so insane.
Got a migraine, headache.
My stomach........
8.$85 Bucks An Hour
(violent j)
Chillin' at the studio...
Chillin at the studio, 85 bucks an hour so hurry up and loop a
Beat mike. come on!
(music starts)
Uh, uh, uh
I'm violent j but my homies call me shithead
But that's my homies, to you i'm violent j bitch
I put my boys on a track even though they suck
(dave)
Yo dawg, i'm dave and i don't give a fuck
(violent j)
I did a record deal, i signed a contract
Technically, for island i can only rap
Well fuck that, with twiztid i'ma still spit
Even though i got a cold and i sound like shit
What the fuck was that？ fuck it, leave it in, that shit is phat
You heard this beat eighty times i'ma still freak it
And if you notice, my shit don't even rhyme...
Look at that. i ain't even got a rap and it's still phat
My shit went gold, i got fat knots
And you're still flyer'in parking lots
You might say my vocals are up too loud
So i'ma turn 'em up louder to piss you off!
Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our penises
Here comes the chorus, but i got no hook
Instead i'll just fuck with the phone book
(music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up)
Hello？
(slim anus)
Yeah uh, harry sacks please？
(guy)
Who is this？
(slim anus)
Uh harry, hey this is slim anus down at the cannery,
Uh, dick shooter left a bulletin, something about, uh,
You filling in his slot tonight down at the, uh, garage.
We got a casement of fudge. we need as many packers as we
Can get, uh uh sacks.
(guy)
...hello？
(music starts)
Uh uh
(jamie maddrox)
My name is jamie maddrox and i got fat balls
I'm always urinating in the motel halls
I got a big head that never fits a hat
So you ain't see me wearing a damn thing green bitch
I'm far from rich, i gotta hoopty
With a smash in the fender, and in the back too
I gotta a broken tail light and i'll smash you
Bitch, get outta my way. we got clown love
Fat props to the lyrical tom dove
(monoxide child)
It's the m-o-n-o, and i can't even spell the rest
It takes too long and i need a fuckin' cigarette
I can't hear, my right ear's mad wack
So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass kickin'
I slap hoes and call them bitches to thier face
And scream 'now fuck off bitch, twiztid in the place'
So back up, recognize and check nuts
'cause simply my dear, i don't give a fuck!
(music cuts. phone rings, a guy picks up)
？？？？？？？？
(mo' styles)
Yo, this is mo' styles in this piece, what's up son？
(guy)
Hello？
(mo' styles)
Yeah, what's up son？ i'm lookin' fo this deal,
You know what i'm sayin'？ i
Got raps to bust fo y'all. y'all ready fo mo' styles？
I'm 'bout to kick this flow, y'all ready fo this shit or what？
(guy)
Who's this？
(mo' styles)
Word up son. i'm mo' styles, i'm straight from the hood.
I got all my peoples on 1-800 crenshaw. we comin' hard.
(music starts)
Bring it, bring it, bring it
(shaggy 2 dope)
My names 2 dope, and sometimes shaggy
Sometimes shags, and sometimes greedy
I get mad stupid, i gets mad ill
Locked down in all five, fuck it, i do this still
Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your
mouth
Shake my hips like elvis, wiggling my pelvis
Last kid that stepped,
I applied a camel clutch and stretched his back like
Motherfuckin' bungee jump
Waaaaaah!
(music cuts to violent j)
I'm violent j back to make you smile more
I let my nutsack drag on the tile floor
I kick free styles, for miles
My gold comes in piles, i worked on bell isle...
I picked up deer shit, and now i spit raps...
I snap your neck...
'cause my freestyles are fresh...
(door opens, closes)
9.1st Day Out
(jamie madrox)
'i got another funky rhyme
Another funky funky rhyme
I got another funky rhyme
Another funky rhyme another funky funky rhyme' (twice)
'awwww shit!
Twizted!
This is my shit man!
They're finna remake the wicked shit!
Jamie spit man!'
(jamie madrox)
'now they let the gates up so i bail
Six shitty months pick me up from the county jail
Smart ass mouth even though i paid my dues
Chrome toilet, rolled blankets, and the rhombus shoes
But i ain't naggin
Here comes my people in the hoopty muffla draggin
Ain't been in the hoop ride long
And the two liter of moon mist is almost gone
Nuts are kinda anxious to drop a load
Told my man to hook me up with a chick that he know
The bitch said muthafucker pick me up at three
Can't bitch santa don't ride your street
We can meet around the corner at kfc
You can take a cab and i'll pay the fee
When she showed up damn, she was out of luck
I forgot my wallet in the glovebox on my truck
Put the tab for the cab and the dinner too
With a knot in my sock, bitch i thought ya knew
Dressed to impress chewin dyntene gum
And i was drunk as fuck and smelled like an alley bum
I'm chewin on my food like a carnivore
Dumb bitch starin at me like and eyesore
Then i plopped my face in the bowl of soup
And slurpped every last bit up through my missin tooth
The bitch jumped up faster than a race
And told me how to bow to her face
So she pickin up the tab, ya know that i'ma go for mine
Got sone shabille 54' vengence wine
And a steak well done and an order of shrimp
Jamie madrox playin the pimp...uhh
Shes back now, and her hair ain't fixed
Probably in the bathroom kickin back takin a shit
But i ain't sayin nothin though
I ain't sayin nothin bout the muthafuckin hoe
Whats up bitch？ your ready to break, besides how long
Can one fat bitch take？ quit snackin
And pay this shit, so we can go to your crib
And watch a horror flick, with ya daddy
'your employed？'
'uhhhhh shit, naw'
(jamie madrox)
Your daddy's pretty fresh sweetie pie
I mean him, lettin me grip his ride
Besides, he slipped me a fifty
But the again i'm kinda shifty
Now i wanna fuck so we headed to my house
Fuck sittin with you parents on the couch
Dad i got a bitch in my room and a smile
Take your ass to the bar and don't come back for awhile
A juggalo's known for smackin ho's
But i need to bust nut so i switch to the mack mode
(monoxide child)
Now laurie, you know i love you
So why don't you just let me fuck you
Look bitch, i know you's a freak
So let me get a little kiss on my cheek
And i'll fuck to go hit that
Come on nympho, and let me hit dat
Tell ya what, ya let me stick it
And i gotta left over piece of chicken for ya
Ya little sewer skank
(violent j)
Ya nasty little pipe smokin money hungry bitch!
(monoxide child)
That's the shit j
85 bucks an hour, you wanna play
And that was that
A little smooth talkin and she was on her back
Ya never guess what
My first day out, and i caught my nut
(jamie maddrox ＆ monoxide child)
First day out and i caught my nut (what)
First day out and i caught my nut (what)
First day out and i caught my nut (what)
Well shit bitch it's my first day out, and i caught my nut (4x)
10.Whatthefuck
Hey yo fuck everybody that aint down with us.
Superstars incorperated label us.
Infamous, niggas is rediculous.
For tryin to replicate our context.
Not equivalent to my terror they suffer broke next.
Bitch ass niggas is tryin to imatate.
My real estate.
So me and monoxide child.
We had to migrate like ghost in the window.
We sinners with the halos.
Left the company in the dust for lack of payroll.
Now we stable.
On our feet willin and able.
To switch upon your boys to enable.
You wanna talk about fables.
I turn the tables.
Like the exorcist.
Dominate your cerebelliam.
So dont stay next to this.
Multiple equation abration to your mindstate.
Inquisitive minds and eyes dilate.
While i dominate all that underground.
Im not the devil with the whores, pitchforks, or shovels.
So can you dig it, i be jamie maddrox.
Bleach white like ？mr pollack？
Recurred like mr thomas.
But i dont be claimin white socks.
My crew evails.
Sucka, my weapon for bashin brains.
Leavin competition tangled in chains like i was pinhead.
A ？sinabite？ livin at night.
Afraid of sunlight, police told to shoot on site.
You think they might.
If they do i return fire.
At rapid speeds.
To show them bitches what tricks i have up my sleeves.
Increase in disease!
So whatthefuck! whatthefuck! yeah!(repeat with chorus)
Increase in diease.
Will your body rest in peace？
Now that your souls been released.
Will your body rise from the grave？
Will you have time to pay？
Hopin that your soul will be saved.
To tell ya the truth its like this.
Everybody can suck my dick.
And i could give a fuck less bitch you aint shit.
And i would be the first to tell.
I got your family all hot.
Pretendin they burnin in hell.
True, i sold my soul.
I never did shit wit it.
But i could give a fuck about it.
So i know i could live without it.
A constant struggle to get to the top.
Increase in deceased, let it pop.
Then watch em drop.
Pushin a button, stoppin at nothin.
Before you fuck wit both those kids,
You betta think before you say somethin.
All up in your crib what？
Lookin for goods, scream sounds mothafuckas,
With them masks in the hoods, it aint good.
Remember that, all you suckas on the internet.
Thinkin its cool but we in to that.
Sittin in my room alone mad depressed.
Relieve the stress by stickin pencils in my chest.
God bless a bag of weed so i can get high.
And get back at you suckas and some music shit to make your ears
bleed.
Proceed to talk that shit, its all wack.
Im gonna get high and pay the whole world back.
Increase in disease!
Chorus
11.Bury Me Alive
I dont give a fuck, right!
Dead face with the eyes white.
Intimidate you with my eyesight.
Im trying to hide from the average.
Everyday we startin static.
Livin with the maggots.
Masters of the black magic.
My shits for killas with the twiztid tats on they backs.
My shits for killas who walk around with the ax.
My shits for killas screamin i would rather die.
Then see you motha fuckas doin mtv live.
You can keep the mainstream life and all the ho's.
I'm steady cussin in video's.
For juggalos.
Im underground where the dead don't sleep.
Keep us a secret to thw world and watch the posse increase.
So if you feel me then bury me alive.
Bury me alive(bury me alive).
Run with the psychopathic hatchet.
Then hide!
Bury me alive(bury me alive).
Keep it in yo kliq and fuck the outside.
Strickly for the juggalos, bitch i thought you knew.
Cause we sealin up the mainstream ears with crazy glue
So they can hear a word we say.
We stay twiztid, speakin voodoo them bitches wouldn't understand
it
Anyway.
Walk with a ax when the sun falls.
Talkin to the ouija board for predictions of the holocaust.
Give a fuck less about video or airplay.
We stay ？？ and scream till the head break.
This is your shit it was made for you.
Dont let the radio influence you.
And tell you what to listen to.
And everybody at mtv can suck my dick.
Tellin me we'd be the shit if they labeled us a buzz clip.
Man fuck that!
We be beneath the ground.
We rose with the hatchet, you can hear the wicked sound.
In your eardrums, dont let the others get a taste.
And if they start bump it, it gonna smack them in the face.
Then bury my alive.
'with a fury of buckshots.
God damn they ruthless.' 2x
This aint no ？？？？ so nobody dancin.
I only fuck with the dead and my motha fuckin advances.
Chances are, you outta luck when you fuckin with the killas.
Psychopathic, fuck it we be the illest.
Keeo it the realist.
Like everybody else that be doin that.
Im in the back in black, chillin with the bloody ax.
When we attack.
We have your whole crew shook.
You fake ho's know, twiztid wrote the god damn book.
And i dont give a fuck.
Perpatrators you can suck my nuts.
Say you bought the album, but dont know a single cut.
You's a bandwagon rida givin juggalo's a bad name.
We'll fuck you up for that, bitch this aint no fuckin game.
Fuck all that shit that the print wrote.
Magazines is toilet paper, glorified for the assholes.
Fuck publication.
Syndication.
Music segragation.
Cause we run beneath the nation.
So bury me alive.
'with a fury of buckshots.
God damn they ruthless.' 2x
12.Hound Dogs
(violent j)
Hound dogez muthaphucker
Get off my nizos
Get off my nutz
Get off my bitch!
Verse 1-shaggy 2 dope
Shit muthaphuckin hound doggz, what？
Swinging from my balls so hard, it's like i got a third nut
And look, i dont care who you know bitch,
Looking fine, get the fuck to the back of the line
Liar hoe, saying you mah cousin
Like my momma and your momma sister's or something
Oh yeah we down, go ahead let'em in
Blah!!!!!!!!!! knuckle hammers to the chin
Get down wit me, and ill be down back
Put my dick in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap(crack!)
Infact hoe , fuck off my bus
Ask questions like a mut but they down to fuck？(no)
You see em go ,you see em go ,you see em come again
＞from my dick to twiztid's dick and then
To violent j's dick to blaze's dick, try to grope us wit they
paws
Goddamn hound dogz!
Chorus
'bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay'
'hound dogz aint got shit to say'
'bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay'
'givva dog a bone, givva a dog a bone'
X2
Verse 2- jamie maddrox
What's the whole meaning of a hound dog？ (what？)
Butt sniffing, dick licking, all kinds of rouges yall
Im in a club, smoking on a square
Step on out to get alil freshair
But i cant do that, i get attacked like a cardiac
People rush front ta back, like sign that
Aint nuttin wrong wit giving me props
But acting like the punk ass cops
And swinging off my nutts has gotta stop
Walk around, spreading rumors like ya know
Saying shit you heard me say to a hoe after a show
Homie, i dont play that shit one bit
Fuck around and get your head cut off like quick
Psychopathic bitch boy, peep the axe
Specializing in splitting a hound dogz' back
Plotting against the whole world of facts
So get off my dick and im out like that
Interlude
(jamie maddrox)
Alright yall
(some bitch)
Wait, commere!
Oh my god, you dont remember me？
(jamie maddrox)
Nah...
(some bitch)
I had a crush on you for like nine years
(jamie maddrox)
I dont know you fat bitch!
(some bitch)
It's me, jenny
I sat behind you in mrs. coberry's chemistry class
(jamie maddrox)
Bitch i didn't even go to school
(some bitch)
No, im saying if you were to sit there it would of been the shit
Think you could sign my shirt？
Verse 3- violent j
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like 'joe bruce ewwww'
Years passed by, and look im a star, now all those hoes like
'joe bruce ahhhh'
Im still that nerdy ass voodoo nut
Now i got hound dogz sniffing my butt
I can have a worm hanging out of my dick hole
And they be like 'oh i think it's cute tho hehe'
Missed me wit all that, i aint changed any
Look at me i make big pun look skinny
Im ugly as fuck resembling a kligon
Hoes still let me get my ding-a-ling-a-swing on
What's up wit these pop kids buying my shit？
Main street groupies get off my dick
I wanna see real juggalos at shows
Fuck these backstreet richy fake hoes
Chorus x2
Verse 4-blaze
You dont even know who the fuck i am
Yet bitches like 'this is fresh' goddamn!
My lips is crusty, my feets is musty
Lift up my nuttz, and my itch is dusty
I aint had pussy in eleven years
I been dead, aint nobody shedding tears (no)
Look bitch i dont give a fuck about fame
Got cock for ya bitches, cause im married to the game
Aint no change to the shit i spit
Site outlaw bitches for the days and weeks freak
I see you hating on my raiders cap
But back in the day you were all about that (sure was)
Shot that ass out back in eighty-nine
Bury revred oaks and his clock of mind
Rose from the dead wit the lotus clique
My guns played out, and i aint changing shit (nope)
Interlude
(some bitch)
Hey aren't you monoxide child？
(monoxide child)
That's right bitch
(some bitch)
Right.... the skinny one
My best friend john is supposed to be cousin's with you or
something
(monoxide child)
Who？
(some bitch)
So i figure you can give me your phone number
And i can give it to him, and we all can hang out or something
(monoxide child)
Shiiiit
(some bitch)
Whateva, oh my god it's blaze
Hey dude call me!
Verse 5- monoxide child
Youse a hound dog bitch, and i smack ya face
Ridding on my dick, now how my nutz taste？
Everywhere i go somebody want an photograph
Or an autograph or can i get a tap
How'd yall get started, ya shit is really tight
And what be motivating yall to grab the pen and write
Listen hear little bitch, im the killer in disguise
Twiztid muthaphucka wit the milk white eyes
I despise how ya purpatrate like a juggalo
But you aint down, muthaphucka you a juggahoe
Hey hoe you afraid of the facts
Never packing a gat, and always seen wit an axe (jump)
Take another picture and i break ya jaw
Got an eighty pound punch for every one of yall
Muthaphuckaz wit the bitch ass hound dog face (yeah)
My ass crack's exposed, go ahead and get a taste
Chorus x2
Verse 6- violent j
Muthaphuckin hound dogz muthaphucka
I got more shit to say
Yo yo
It be the same hound dogz in differant cities
Staring at me like im a set of titties
Autographing tshirts hats and sox
And this bitch dont even know riddle box
Real juggalos dont want no picture
They just walk up like 'what up ninja'
After that, they give a fuck where im heading
The're like fuck him we looking for nedden
And i dont need anymore free tattoos
Got my arms looking like motley crue's
I can be talking to the finest bitch in the land
And you run up like 'hey, what up man'
That's when i slap you right on the spot
And have billy bill beat ya down in the parking lot
Do i think im better cause nedden comes easy？
For-sheze bitch
Bottom line yalls
Get off our balls
Psychopathic out like biggie-smalls
'cant fuck with dark lotus biiiiiitch!'
13.Renditions Of Reality
When you step into reality.
Always wanna strattle me.
Player haters wanna battle me.
But i shed em' all like calories.
Prophecy preacher, lend your ear and i'll reach ya.
And if your willin to be taught imma teach ya.
I'm not a people person, truth is i cant stand to many people.
So many fake the funk, perpatrate and call me evil.
But evil is a harsh word.
Tell the mockingbird, that i said it.
A man of my word i wont regret it.
If i let it get to me like it get to them im no better.
The same message over and over what difference does it make
Player hatin is a art of a scandelous and shafty person.
Some do is so well i'll be damned if they dont rehearse it.
Disperse it to people like me and you everday.
And they expect the common man to turn his cheek and walk away.
And now i pray for a end of the madness.
No more sadness.
To all my people who preside to be the baddess.
And all that they do and say.
But oh no shadow white cloud turnin night to day.
Its so tremendous that you couldn't even walk away.
If you choose you even suppose to watch the ones you close to,
now thats
Insane.
Tell me will it change im confused.
Not a thing to lose.
This shit is far from positive it saddens like booze.
Paying dues aint the only part of duties that ？
To the chosen.
Spittin lyrics in the microphone and.
Dodgin player haters till my temper hit the ceilin.
And this how they got a nigga feelin.
I done fell into reality.
My renditions of reality.
Call it bad, call it good.
Wrong or right.
Note! believe in me.
Believe in me.
And i believe in you.
Everythings gonna be allright.
One day its goin hit me like a ton of bricks.
Im feelin so sick.
One of my dogs passed and shit.
I'm feelin like killin them all.
But whats that solve？
He's still goin be dead in the mornin.
Why take a fall？
Inside i be so mad i'm fin to burst.
Instead of chevy's, my homey's ridin in the back of a hurse.
You know whats worse.
Its to hard to coup with some days.
Murderous ways.
Leavin me shakin in the days.
Comotose, completely tore up.
Nerves be so bad i throw up.
Im bout to blow up.
In a rage, i need to talk nobody listen.
On the corner murder mindstate condition.
Overload! pull the trigger.
Stress got the best of suicide pour out some liquor.
Another great nigga that gets paid.
Diggin our grave. for senseless ways.
Keep to ourselves and stay paid.
All my dogs cant die or visit the sky.
And reminise when i'm high.
I'm never goin lie.
I got love for people, dead or alive.
We can smoke out in the ride of our memories.
Reality is just a fragment.
Fragment inside my soul.
My eyes are closed.
My head is spinnin.
My head is spinnin.
This is a musical masterpiece dedicated to down riders.
Keep it in yo kliq fuck the outsiders.
People hatin on everthang and everythang's the same.
Everybody is a player and life is a silly game.
Its a damn shame.
Daddy died 11 years today.
I wonder if he know im doin straight.
Could you tell him somethin if you see my pops？
Before i do？ let him know that he's remembered by my crew.
And everyday, in my mind, in my place, anytime.
Lookin in the sky for the seventh sign.
I walk around nobody know's what i do.
Chillin phaze and date raps
As my body transends through this portal of life.
Smokin blunts wrongin my rights.
I live for the night cause im meltin in light.
Completely outta site.
For facts so unknown.
So grotisque never stated on microphones.
So alone in this fucked up world, it sucks dick.
Everybody gotta problem when you cant bet.
I be the last one, more like the last dragon.
No swords to ever let this world contort.
The way your thinkin its so essential.
It gives us all the potential
To take over the world in our ？mentals？
If i cant live my life the way i wanna live my life.
Then why cant i die! why cant i die!
My renditions of reality.
Call it bad, call it good.
Wrong or right.
Note! believe in me.
Believe in me.
And i believe in you.
Everythings gonna be alright.
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