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Mostasteless Reissue
1) Intro
2) 2nd Hand Smoke
3) Diemothafuckadie
4) Rock The Dead
5) Spin The Bottle (w. icp)
6) Blink
7) How Does It Feel
8) 85 Bucks An Hour (w. icp)
9) 1st Day Out
10) Whatthefuck
11) Bury Me Alive
12) Hound Dogs (w. blaze & icp)
13) Renditions Of Reality
1) Intro
Twiztid!
(Gunshots)
Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh!
Twiztid!
(Scream)
(Chainsaw)
Ha ha ha
(Gunshots)
Twiztid!
(Gunshots)
Twiztid!
Ahhh!
(Scream/Gunshots/Chainsaw)
Ha ha ha
2) 2nd 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 telling you something that he believe
Practice to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve
What the fuck bitch, chuck bitch
Why you talking 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 talking bout something
What you thought you heard bitch
Can it, cause your fronting
Dead wrong
Dinner table conversations
Leaving you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions
Part of the contamination of Mind State
Sleep in a dream, hoping it's gone when I awake
Mama think I'm a flake; Corn flake cereal 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 nothing
Death, dying, and hoes fucking
So understand that he's saying something
Never be heard I'm underground with the dirt and grime
Smashing heads be my reason for rhyme
I'm on time like a motherfucka
Leaving you hanging in the forest
Standing 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?
Pulling plugs on the microphones
Hating 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
Growing at a fast pace made my heart race
Lookin death in the face and I don't even shudder
If my woman starts cheating, motherfuck her, bitch
I'm out for self
Green weed, fame and wealth
So take your hopes and dreams
And put that shit back on the shelf
Cause we rolling in a ride far from stolen
Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grade motors and
Taking curbs with ease, blowing trees, looking Chinese
Hoping that the cops ain't tailing me
Trying to violate the glass house
Nigga pass the blunt before you pass out
Cause now it's on, pushing hubcaps
Patrolling the hood, so fuck that
Heard the shit and the shit is all wack
Planning 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
Looking for mothafuckas who wanna jump
Cause I got 13 bullets in my pocket I'm a mad man
My trigger finger turning 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 screaming 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
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 dumpin in the yard
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 rhyme 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 A P.A. cranked to ten
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
I'll 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 A P.A. cranked to ten
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 A P.A. cranked to ten
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 A P.A. cranked to ten
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 A P.A. cranked to ten
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 A P.A. cranked to ten
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 A P.A. cranked to ten
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 A P.A. cranked to ten
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 A P.A. cranked to ten
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
5) Spin The Bottle (w. icp)
(Jamie Madrox)
Man, fuck that shit man
(Shaggz)
FUCK THAT
What?
(Jamie Madrox)
Whats up with this bitch?
She better come suck my dick or something
(Shaggz)
Bitch
(Chorus) 1X
Whos going next?
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby
And give it to me
(Monoxide Child)
Its Paulie, baby Paulie
With 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)
(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)
(Jamie Madrox)
Its me, Jamie Madrox, ????
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)
(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 a cotton surprise
You got clown makeup smeared on your inner thighs
Give it to me 8X
(Jamie Madrox)
Man, who the bottle pointing on?
(Shaggz)
What
What
(Jamie Madrox)
Somebody better suck on my dick in this motherfucker, I ain't playing no more
(Chorus)
(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)
(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)
(Jamie Madrox)
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 neden
I'm trying to leave this nut stain on your momma mattress
(Chorus)
(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 shit together, or something, baby yo
Or maybe you can let me holla at your booty hole
Give it to me (Repeats through Madrox until Chorus) 8X
(Jamie Madrox)
Man, u goin suck Violent J's dick
Lick Shaggz Balls
Hump Monoxide
(Chorus through Madrox) 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
Show me what lies just beyond my eyes
Would you take me to the world were my spirit flies
Tell me is it really fact or a pack of lies
Show me whats beyond my eyes?
Why don't you (3x)
When I open my eyes I see the blood on the walls
Neck and back start to contract I'm about to 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 rythems like a heart attack
I'm and insomniac with a nose bleed
You can ask Nosferotu, bitch, he knows me
When I open my eyes I'm hopin everybody dies
Mission will accomplish when the carnival arives
When I open my eyes, the dead will resurect
And we gonna hit you bitches with problems and slit necks
When I close my eyes my bodies paralized
Engulfed into swarms by the lord of the flies
My eyes stay closed, my tempurature falls
My bed starts shakin blood drippin from tha walls
When I open my eyes another day without a friend
Sick and tired, crazy and boared when will it end?
When I open my eyes I wish I could glue 'em shut
But then I couldn't see my ciggarettes and I'd be fucked
When I close my eyes I see how everybody dies
Hangin from the rope with fear in their eyes
Chokin on the lies and the blood and sweat
But don't leave now you ain't seen shit yet!
Show me what lies just beyond my eyes
Would you take me to the world were my spirit flies
Tell me is it really fact or a pack of lies
Show me whats beyond my eyes?
Why don't you (3x)
When I open my eyes I can feel my ears bleed
Nerves keep shakin my hand wishin me god speed
When I open my eyes I'm in a trance
My only thought it rockin the dead until they dance
When I close my eyes I see hell turn to ice
Starvin little children feedin on the rancid mice
My eyes stay closed angels fall from the skies
They said that it rains everytime god cries
When I open my eyes I see heaven on the clouds
All these people in the line but I can't hear a sound
When I open up my eyes I'm steady fallin out a grave
Contacted by the beast and flames and pure hate
When I close my eyes the mirror goes black
A demon crawls through and tries to kill me with an axe
He chased me through the room until I'm tired as fuck
Then I come into the corner now I'm shit outta luck!
When I open my eyes I'm only askin to be burried alive
I can't escape the voices callin inside
When I open my eyes I know I'm better off dead
Still lookin for a way to cut off my own head
When I close my eyes the devil then apears
And tells me he's been hiding in my closet for years
My eyes stay closed then he rambles on
And hands me the lyrics to a DARK LOTUS SONG!
Show me what lies just beyond my eyes
Would you take me to the world were my spirit flies
Tell me is it really fact or a pack of lies
Show me whats beyond my eyes?
Why don't you (repeat)
7) How Does It Feel
"This old time radio program was originally aired live
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may detect an occaisional surface noise or volume drop
due to transmission problems so common to old radio.
We hope however that any variants in audio quality will
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How does it feel to be you
How does it feel to feel the way you do
Its so decisive
And I don't care if you like or you hate me
I know you motherfuckas bound to underrate me
Lookin' through your window as a thunder bolt strikes the ground
Wind blowin' through the trees make an irritating sound
Like the voice in the back of my head when I'm immune
To the confines of Draculas tomb
9th rate man made nosferata
Howls of the night sendin' shocks through your body
Phatter than Poveratti
Speak softly or back up off me feline 'fore I gaze in
your eyes and blow your mind
Sickness what I depicted is ordered and evicted
frequently described as bein' bein 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' paralized
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
Its so decisive
And I don't care if you like or you hate me
I know you motherfuckas bound to underrate me (2x)
You label me a paranoid skitzophrenic
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
Boppin' through the hood with a body in the trunk
Unidentified because he's known as a chump
I hear him keep talkin' junk in my ear
But nobody else can hear
I look around and I'm feelin' weird
Palms are sweaty I'm 'bout to black out
Last chance but nothin could stop this twiztid sprout
I'm all about mad cussin'
Fuck you and the red martian
Peon wreckin and skull crushin'
Turnin' 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
Lookin' for some nobody
Every single night on TV
Try to get me to see
Holdin' a thought deep in my mind about a car jack
'Nother brake down in the middle of the street
People just kept movin' they feet
Treat me like a freak, so how am supposed to act
So, when you see me mothafucka be prepared for the axe
How does it feel to be you
How does it feel to feel the way you do
Its so decisive
And I don't care if you like or you hate me
I know you motherfuckas bound to underrate me (2x)
We're goin' vampire huntin' with a 9 milimeter
Our souls our blessed by Mary Magnand and Saint Peter
Eat a bit of flesh but I call it the host
Am I dead, alive or just a ghost
Komatose midrange, 2 dollars and some change
Hopein', picturin' sanity but I'm feelin so insane
Got a migraine headache, my stomache hurts.....
8) 85 Bucks An Hour (w. icp)
Chillin at the Studio
Chillin at the Studio 85 bucks an hour
So hurry up and loop a beat Mike, come on!
I'm Violent J, but my homies call me shithead
But thats my homies, to you i'm Violent J bitch
I put my boys on the track even tho they suck
"Yo dawg im dave and I don't give a fuck."
I did a record deal, I signed a contract
Technically for Island I can only rap
But fuck that, with Twiztid Imma still spit
Even thogh I got a cold and i sound like shit
What the fuck was that
Fuck it, leave it in that shit was phat
You heard this beat 80 times and Imma still freak it
And if you notice my shit don't even rhyme
Look at that
I ain't even got a rap and its still phat
my shit went gold, I got fat knots
and your still flyering parking lots
you might say my vocals are up too loud
So Imma turn 'em up louder to piss you off
Psychopathic Records are geniuses
Get off on penises
Here comes the chrous but I got no hook
so I'll just fuck with the phonebook
*phone rings*
Hello?
-yea harry sacks please?
Who is this?
-uh Harry hey this is slim anus down at the cannary,
Dick Shooter left a bulletin, something about
you filling in his slot tonight at the garage
We got a casement of fudge, we need as many packers
that we can get uh, uh Sacks
-Hello?
My name is Jamie Madrox 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 seen me wearin' a damn thing green bitch
I'm far from rich I got a hoopty
With a smash in the fender and in the back too
I got a broken tail light and I'll smash you, bitch
Get outta my way, we got clown luv
Fat props to the lyrical Tom Dub.
It's the M-O-N-O and I can't even spell the rest
It takes to 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 kicking
I slap hoes and call them bitches to their face
And scream "Now fuck off bitch,Twiztid in the place!"
So back up, reconize and check us
'Cause simply my dear, I don't give a fuck!
*phone rings*
Psychopathic
-Yo this Mo Stylez in dis peace, whats up son?
Hello?
-Yea, Whats up son I'm lookin' for this deal you know
what I'm sayin', I got raps to bust for yall
Ya'll ready ready for Mo Stylez, I'm about to
kick this flow,you ready for this shit or what?
Who is this?
-Word life son, I'm Mo Stylez
I'm straight from the hood
I got all my peoples on 1-800-the-chrenshaw
we coming hard
(bring it bring it bring it)
My names 2dope, and sometimes Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs and some times Gweedy
I get mad stupid, I gets mad ill
I get down on all 5, fuck it, I do the stilts
Strech my nuts back like a sling shot and plant 'em
in your mouth
shake my hips like Elvis
wiggeling my pelvis
Last kid that stepped
I applied the Camal Clutch and streched his back like
a mutherfuckin' bungie jump what!
I'm Violent J back to make you smile more
I let my nut sack 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 free styles are fresh.
9) 1st Day Out
Got another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme
I Got another funky rhyme
Another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme
Aw shit,Twiztid!!!
This is my shit man!!!
They're gonna remake the wicked shit!!
Jamie spit it!!!
Got another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme
I Got another funky rhyme
Another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme
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
Foam toliet, worn blankets, and the rubber shoes
But I ain't naggin'
Here comes my people in the hooptie muffler draggin'
Ain't been in the hoo ride long and the 2-Liter of
Moon Mist is almost gone
Nuts are kinda anxious to drop a load
Told my man hook me up with a chick that he know
The bitch said "Mothafucka Pick me up at three"
Can't bitch, SEPTA don't ride your street(Ho)
We can eat around the corner at KFC
You can take a cab and I'll pay the fee
And when she showed up, damn she was outta luck
I'd forgot my wallet in the glove box of my truck
Put the tab for the cab and the dinner too
With a knot in my sock, bitch I thought you knew
Dressed to impress you with dentine gum
And I was drunk as fuck and smelled like a alley bum
I'm chewing on my food like a carnivore
Dumb bitch starrin' at me like an eye sore
Then I plopped my face in the bowl of soup
And slurped up every last bit up through my missin tooth
The bitch jumped up faster than a race
And told me, had to powder her face
Since she pickin' up the tab,you know that Imma go
for mine
Garcon! Shabali '54 vintage wine
And a steak well done and an order of shrimp
Jamie Madrox playin' a pimp
She's back now and her hair ain't fixed
Probably in the bathroom kickin back takin' a shit
But I ain't saying nothing though
I ain't saying nothing 'bout the mothafuckin' ho
What's up bitch, You ready to break ?
Besides, how long can one fat bitch take?
Quite snacking and pay the shit
So we can go to your crib and watch a horror flick wit'
your daddy
Daddy:"Your imployed?"
Jamie:"Shit....nah"
Your daddy's pretty fresh sweaty pie
I mean him letting me crimp his ride
Besides he slipped me a fifty
But then again I'm kinda shifty
Now I wanna fuck so we headed to my house
Fuck sittin' wit' your parents on the couch
Dad I got a bitch in my room and I smile
Take your ass to the bar and don't come back for a while
A juggalo's known for smackin' hoes
But I need to bust nuts so I switch to the mack mode
Woman, 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 a fuck to go with that
Come on, nympho and let me hit that
Tell ya what you let me stick it
And I gotta left over piece of chicken for y a
Ya little sewer skank
"Ya nasty little pipe-smoking money hungry bitch"
That's the shit J (what?)
85 bucks an hour and you wanna play
And that was that
A little smooth talking she was on her back
You'll never guess what
My first day out and I caught my nut
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
So what the fuck, what the fuck, yeah (3x)
(Increase the deceased
Will your body rest in peace now
That your soul gets released
When your bodies in the grave
will you have time to pray
Hopin' that your soul will be saved)
Hey yo, fuck everybody that ain't down with us
Super size incorporated lable us, inform us
Niggas it's rediculous
For tryin' to replicate our contacts
Not equivalent to my terror, they suffer broke necks
Bitch ass niggas is tryin' to immitate my reala state
So me and Monoxide Child we like to migrate
Like ducks in the winter
We sinners with their hallows
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 cerebelum so don't stand next to this
Multiple aquisation, abration to your mindstate
Inquisitive minds and eyes dialate
While I dominate on the underground level
I'm not the devil with no heart
Street smarts 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 claimin' White Sox
My Louieville slugger, my weapon for bashin' brains
Leavin' competition tangled in chains like I was Pinhead
A sin to bite, livin' at night
Afraid of sunlight
Police known to shoot on sight
You think they might?
If they do I'll do I'll return fire at rapid speeds
Show them bitches a trick I got up my sleeve
So what the fuck, what the fuck, yeah (3x)
(Increase the deceased
Will your body rest in peace now
That your soul gets released
When your bodies in the grave
will you have time to pray
Hopin' 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
A constant struggle to get to the top
Increase the deceased, let it flop then watch 'em drop
Pressin' the button stoppin' at nothin'
Fuck with grown folks kids
You better think before you say somethin'
All up your crib, what lookin' for goods
Scream style mothafuckas with them masks and the hoods
It ain't good remember that
All you suckas on the internet thinkin' it's cool but
We ain't into 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 in music
With some shit to make your ears bleed
Proceed to talk that shit, it's all wack
Im gonna get high and pay the whole world back
Increase the deceased
So what the fuck, what the fuck, yeah (3x)
(Increase the deceased
Will your body rest in peace now
That your soul gets released
When your bodies in the grave
will you have time to pray
Hopin' that your soul will be saved)
So what the fuck, what the fuck, yeah
(repeated several times) What the fuck bitches I.S.I. in this shit!!
Yeah...
11) Bury Me Alive
I don't give a fuck right
Dead face with the eyes white
Intimidate you with my eye sight
I try and hide from the average every day
We start from static
Live with the maggots
Masters of the black magic
My shits for killers
With the twiztid tags on they backs
My shits for killers
Who walk around with an axe
My shits for killers
That screamin I would rather die
Then see you motha fuckas doin MTV live
You can keep the main stream light and all the hoes
I'm steady cussin in videos for juggalos
I'm underground were the dead don't sleep
Keep us a secret to the world
And watch the posse increase
So if you feel me why don't you...
Bury me alive, bury me alive
Run with the psychopathic hatchet and hide
Bury me alive, bury me alive
Keep it in your clique fuck the outside (2x)
Strictly for the juggalos
Bitch I thought you knew
Cuz we sealin up the mainstreem ears with crazy glue
So they can't hear a word we say
We stay with the stages voodoo
Them bitches wouldn't understand it anyway
Walk with an axe when the sun falls
Talkin through the Oiji board
For predictions of the holocaust
Give a fuck less about a video or air play
We stayin under here and screamin at they head grave
This is your shit it was made for you
Don't let the radio influence you
And tell you what to listen to
And everyone at MTV can suck my dick
Tellin me we'd be the shit if they labeled up a buzz clip
Fuck that, we be beneath the underground
We role with the hatchet you can hear the wicked sound
In your ear drums, don't let the others get a taste
And if they start to bump it then smack 'em in the face
And then bury me alive, bury me alive
Run with the psychopathic hatchet and hide
Bury me alive, bury me alive
Keep it in your clique fuck the outside (2x)
With the barial buckshot
God damn they ruthless (2x)
This ain't no club so their ain't nobody dancin
I only fuck with the dead and my motha fuckin chances
Chances are, you outta luck when you fuckin with the killers
Psychopathic, fuck you, we be the illest
Keepin the realist like everybody else who in that
I'm in the back in black, chillin with a bloody axe
When we attack we have your whole crew show
Yo fake hoes know Twiztid wrote the god damn joke
And I don't give a fuck perpetraders you can suck my nuts
Say you want the album but don't know a single cut
You a band wagon rider givin juggalo's a bad name
We'll fuck you up for that, bitch this ain't no fuckin game
Fuck all that shit that they print role
Magazines, and toilet paper glorified for the assholes
Fuck publication, sindication
Music segregation, cuz we run beneath the nation
So bury me alive, bury me alive
Run with the psychopathic hatchet and hide
Bury me alive, bury me alive
Keep it in your clique fuck the outside (2x)
With the barial buckshot
God damn they ruthless (2x)
12) Hound Dogs (w. blaze & icp)
Shit motha fuckin hound dogs what?
Swingin from my balls so hard it's like I got a third nut
And look, I don't care who you know bitch, lookin fine
Get the FUCK back to the end of the line
Like the hoe said you's my cousin
Like my mamma and your mamma are sisters or somethin
Oh yeah we down go ahead let 'em in
BLAH knuckle hammers to the chin
Be down with me and I'll be down back
Put my dick in your mouth, your gonna hear your neck snap
In fact hoe, FUCK out my bus ask questions like a mut
But they down to front
You see 'em, come you see go you see 'em come again
From my dick to Twiztids dick and then me
To Violent J's dick, then blazes dick
Try to grope us with they balls
GOD DAMN 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 (2x)
Whats the whole meanin of a hound dog, what
Butt sniffin dick lickin all kinda role yall
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 runnin side to back like sianak
Ain't nothin wrong with givin me props
But actin like the punk ass cop
Swingin off my nuts gotta stop
Walk around spreadin rumors like you know
Saying shit you heard me tell a hoe after a show
Only I don't play that shit one bit
Fuck around and get your head cut off right quick
Psychopathic bitch boy meet the axe
Specializin splittin hound dogs backs
Plottin against the whole world of facts
So get off my dick, and I'm out like that
Alright ya'll
Wait come here, oh my god you don't remember me?
Nah
I had a crush on you for like 9 years
I don't know you fat bitch
It's me Jenny
I sat behind you in Ms. Crawberry's chemistry class
Bitch I ain't even go to school
No I'm saying if you were to sit there
It woulda been the shit
You think you could sign my shirt?
Hehehehehe yeah I remember school
Hoes back then like "Joe Bruce eewwwww"
Years passed by and look I'm a star
Now all them hoes like "Joe Bruce ahhhhh"
I'm still that nerdy ass voodoo nut
Now I got hound doggs sniffin my butt
I could have a worm hangin outta my dick hole
And they'd be like "Well I think it's cute though"
Missed me with all that I ain't changed any
Look at me I make Big Pun look skinny
I'm ugly as fuck, resemblin a Klingon
Hoes still let me give my ding-a-ling a swing on
Whats up with these pop kids buyin my shit
Mainstreem 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 (2x)
You don't even know who the fuck I am
That bitch's like "Who's his friend" god DAMN
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
I been dead, ain't nobody sheadin tears
Look bitch I don't give a fuck about fame
Glock cocked cuz you bitches cuz I'm married to the game
Ain't no shame for the shit I speak
Slap hound dog bitches in the face for weeks
Freak I see you hatin on my Raiders cap
When back in the day you was all about that
Shot that ass out back in '89
Berry wearin lopes and is clocked for mine
Rose from the dead with the lotus clique
My gun played out and I ain't changin SHIT
Hey aren't you Monoxide Child?
Thats right bitch
Right the skinny one, my best friend John
Supposed to be cousins with you or somethin
Who?
So like I figured if you give me your phone number
I could give it to him and maybe we all
Could hang out or something
Whatever
Oh my god it's blaze, hey dead homie
Yous a hound dog bitch allow me smack your face
Riding on my dick, how my nuts taste
Everyplace that I go somebody want a photograph
Or and autograph can I get a tap
How did ya'll get started your shit is really tight
And what be motivatin ya'll to grab a pen and write
Listen hear little bitch I'm a killer in disguise
Twiztid motha fucka with the milk white eyes
I despise while you try to perpetrate like a juggalo
But you ain't down motha fucka you's a juggahoe
Hey hoe your afraid of the facts
Never packin a gat and always seen with an axe
Take anotha picture and I'll break your jaw
I got an 80 pound punch for each and all of ya'll
Motha fucka with tha 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 (4x)
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 riddle box
Real juggalo's don't want no picture
They just walk up like "What up NINJA"
After that they give a fuck were I'm headin
Their like FUCK HIM were lookin for neden
And I don't need anymore free tatoos
Got my arms lookin like Motley Crues
I could be talkin to the finest bitch in the land
And you'd run up like "Hey what up man?"
Thats when I slap you right on the spot
And have Billy Bill beat ya down in the parkin lot
Do I think I'm better cuz neden comes easy?
Fo' Sheezy bitch
Bottom line ya'll get off our balls
Psychopathic out like Biggy Smalls
13) Renditions Of Reality
When you slip into reality
Ho's wanna straddle me
Playa Hatas 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 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 betta
The same message over and over with different settin'
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 badest 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 loose
This shit is far from positive and saddens like the
booze
Payin' dues ain't the only part of duties that bestowed
to the chosen
Spitten lyrics in the microphone and dodggin' playa
haters 'til my temple hit the ceilin'
And this how they got a nigga feelin'
I done fell into reality
My renditions of reality
Are not bad, or wrong or right
Believe in me...
One day it's gonna hit me like a ton of bricks
I'm feelin' so sick, one of my doggs passed and shit
I feel like killin' 'em all
But what's that gon' solve
We still gon' be dead in the mornin', why take the fall
Inside I be so mad I'm fitn'ta burst
Instead of Chevy's my homie's rollin' in the back of a
hurst
You know it's worse
It's too hard to cope with some days
Murderous ways leavin' me sick and in a daze
Komatose, compleatly 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 washed in liquir
Another grave digga gets paid
Diggin' a grave for senless ways
Keep to ourselves and stay paid
Alla my doggs can't die
I visit the sky and reminisce when I'm high
I'm never gon' 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 of our souls
My eyes are closed
My head is spinnin'
I don't know
This is a musical masterpiece dedicated to down rydas
Keep it in your cliche, fuck the Outsidas
People hatin' on everything and everythings the same
Everybody is a player and life is a silly game
It's a damn shame daddy died 11 years to date
I wonder if he knows that I'm 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, any place, any time, lookin'
in the sky for the 7th sign
I walk around, nobody knows what I do
Seelin' 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 night
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 thinkin'
It's so ascensial it gives us all the potential to
take over the world, in my mental
"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
Reality is a fragment inside my soul
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 and everythings
tight
Reality is a fragment inside my soul
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 and everythings
tight
Reality is a fragment inside my soul
My eyes are closed, head spinnin and I don't know |
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