Twiztid Album

Twiztid!
(Gunshots)
Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh!
Twiztid!
(Scream)
(Chainsaw)
Ha ha ha
(Gunshots)
Twiztid!
(Gunshots)
Twiztid!
Ahhh!
(Scream/Gunshots/Chainsaw)
Ha ha ha

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

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...

Smoke break

If you smoke bud then say hell yeah!!
If you smoke bud then say hell yeah!!
If you smoke bud then say hell yeah!!
If you smoke bud then say hell yeah!!
Smoke
(HELL YEAH!)
Smoke
(HELL YEAH!)

** You wouldn't like Earth anyway,**
** There's way too much murder...**

First I plan my escape,
Nothin on tape to leave the scene without a trace
I'm lookin her dead in the face,
But she dont see me, I'm a Lotus,
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
Livin on this Earth to my dismay
(time to pay)
Palms are sweaty, I'm 'bout to vomit,
I grab the knife outta my belt
And jab it in her stomach,
Again and again
And now she's screamin 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 all right 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 exept for one less bitch,
Ain't it a trip.....?

Murder, 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 goodbye,
Dont ask why
(x2)

It was Tuesday, December 24th '97,
Time on the clock, one eleven,
Thinkin' 'bout sendin somebody to Heaven,
On the crossroads,
The fate of a soul lies in my hands, I suppose.
Now im wearin dark clothes,
Parked on the side street,
Peepin out the scenery
Make sure nobody's seein me,
As I move, to the trunk of the stolen car,
Up to the back door, with the crowbar,
So far the plan's fool-proof,
Called from the phone booth
Got the message machine,
Nobody's on the scene
Kicked in the back door, one thirty four,
Lookin for the family dog Thor,
Kicked him in the jaw with the work boots,
Knocked a couple teeth loose,
Smacked him the mouth with my empty duece-duece,
Then I smile,
Break his neck and watch him piss on kitchen tile,
Never liked him since the day he tried to play me wild,
Tried to bite me,
Stabbed a steak knife in his head,
So much for that mans best friend,
Now im all up in the place and in the bedroom, masturbatin
Cummin on the sheets and pillow cases,
Fuck that bitch,
She's just a cunt, and her mother's nothin but a slut,
Can't wait to seal her mouth shut,
Two thirty, she returns home from work,
Nice blouse , tight shirt, business atire,
For this hooker for hire,
Threw the keys on the table, said "Baby are you home?"
Didn't expect to see bones, we're alone
Now she's reachin for the telephone, to call the police,
Strangle with the cord, now deceased,
In the process of suffication,
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 women clothes,
In the struggle suffered a bloody nose, but im straight tho
As I move to the bathroom to wash my hands,
Its all part of the plan,
dont think you understand.
See........

Murder, 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 goodbye,
dont ask why......

I got another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme
I got another funky rhyme
Another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme.
Aww shit, Twiztid (I got another funky rhyme)
This is our shit man. (Another funky, funky rhyme)
They're finna remake the wicked shit. (I got another funky rhyme)
Jamie spit it! (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 toilet, wool 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
Muthafucka pick me up at three
Can't bitch, Cepta don't ride your street
We can eat around the corner at KFC
You can take a cab and I'll pay the fee
When she showed up, damn
She was outta luck
I forgot my wallet in the glove box of my truck
Flip the tab for the cab, and the dinner too.
and a knot in my sock, bitch I thought you knew
Dressed to impress chewing dentine gum
And I was drunk as fuck and smelled like an alley bum
I'm chewing on my food like a carnivore
Dumb bitch staring 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 I'ma go for mine
Garcon, Shabali '54 vintage wine
And a steak well done, and an order of shrimp
Jamie Madrox playin the pimp (UH!)
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 muthafucking hoe
What's up bitch?
You ready to break ?
Besides, how long can one fat bitch take?
Quit snacking and pay the shit
So we can go to your crib and watch a horror flick
With your daddy
You're employed?
Awww shit...nawww
Your daddy's pretty fresh sweetie pie
I mean him letting me grip 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 sitting with 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 awhile
A juggalo's known for smackin hoes
But I need to bust nuts so I switch to the mack mode
Now 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 ya (Ah)
You little sewer skank
You 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 and 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
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
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
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 nuuuuuut!!
(Laughs)

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
So far all I been hearin is player hatin

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
(See what I'm sayin' Psychopathic Style Nigga!!)
Your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with this
Run that shit

(Jamie Madrox)
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
Becomes 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

(Monoxide Child)
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 fifth 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!)

(Jamie Madrox)
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 (Woop Woop!)

(Monoxide Child)
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

(Chorus)
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
(And if you missed it the name is Twiztid)
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
(Boriqua Myzery para la isla)
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
(Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse)
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Psychopatchic

(Myzery)
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 cervasa
Destination para mi caco pato
There without muchacho
Cock slowly estoy boracho
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 accabba
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

(Chorus)
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
(And if you missed it the name is Twiztid)
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
(Boriqua Myzery para la 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!

(Violent J)
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

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
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

(Violent J)
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!)

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
But I ain't no wrestler
I'm a serial murderous killa 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)

(Violent J)
The bottom line is we twisted like Sam Kinison's back
After the car wreck

(Chorus)
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
(And if you missed it the name is Twiztid)
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
(Boriqua Myzery para la isla)
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
(Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse)
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Psychopatchic

Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic

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One of the all time favorites....
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
Got a migraine headache, my stomach hurts...

(Monxide Child, Jamie Madrox, and "Tina")
So what's up man?
This shit ain't goin down
Trust me, trust me
I know her man
It'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 freaking that bitch down
She ain't gonna say shit watch
(Door opens)
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 going 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?

(Monoxide Child)
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 and 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
Fucking 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 four 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

(Chorus 2x)
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

(Jamie Madrox)
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 fifty single hoes behind her
A sidewinder
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

(Chorus 2x)
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

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
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 another route
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

(Chorus 2x)
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

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!
Yeah...

Another Smoke Break

If you smoke bud then say hell yeah!!
If you smoke bud then say hell yeah!!
If you smoke bud then say hell yeah!!
If you smoke bud then say hell yeah!!
Smoke
(HELL YEAH!)
Smoke
(HELL YEAH!)

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 that's my homies
To you I'm Violent J bitch
I put my boys on the track even though they suck
"Yo dawg I'm Dave 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 I'ma still spit
Even though I got a cold and I sound like shit
What the fuck was that (Coughs)
Fuck it, leave it in that shit was phat
You heard this beat 80 times and 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 your still flyering parking lots
You might say my vocals are up too loud
So I'ma turn em up louder and I'll piss you off.
Psychopathic Records are geniuses
Get off on penises
Here comes the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll just fuck with the phonebook
Phone rings
Hello?
Yeah uh Harry Sacks please?
Who is this?
Uh Harry hey this is Slim Anus down at the cannery uh,
Dick Shooter left a bulletin, something about uh
Tou filling in his slot tonight down at the uh 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 hooptie
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
Phat props to the lyrical Tom Dub.
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 kicking
I slap hoes and call them bitches to their 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!
Phone rings
Psychopathic
Yo this Mo Styles in dis peace, what's up son?
Hello?
Yeah, what's up son
I'm lookin' for this deal you know what I'm sayin
I got raps to bust for y'all
Y'all ready for Mo Styles?
I'm about to kick this flow
You ready for this shit or what?
Who is this?
Word light son
I'm Mo Styles
I'm straight from the hood
I got all my peoples on 1-800-increase-y'all
We coming hard
(Bring it, bring it, bring it)
My name's 2 Dope
And sometimes Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs
And some times Gweedy
I get mad stupid
I gets mad ill
Locked down on all 5, fuck it
I do this still
Stretch my nuts back like a sling shot
I plant em in your mouth
Shake my hips like Elvis
Wiggling my pelvis
Last kid that stepped
I applied the camel clutch
And stretched his back like a muthafuckin bungie jump
What!
(Uh, uh, uh)
I'm Violent J back to make you smile more
I let my nut sac drag on the tile floor
I kick free styles for miles
My gold comes in piles
I worked on Belle Isle
I picked up deer shit and now I spit raps
I snap your neck
Cause my free styles are fresh.
(Laughs)

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
My eyes are closed, head spinnin and I don't know, and I don't know, and I don't know..