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Twiztid
Twiztid


Информация
Откуда Warren, Michigan, United States
Жанры Hardcore Hip-Hop
Horrorcore
Годы 1991—н.в.
Лейблы Psychopathic Records
См. также Insane Clown Posse
House of Krazees
Psychopathic Rydas
Dark Lotus
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Сайт Website
Состав
Jamie Madrox
Monoxide



Альбом Twiztid


Mostasteless [Reissue] (1998)
1998
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Spin The Bottle (featuring ICP)
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$85 Bucks An Hour (featuring ICP)
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Hound Dogs (featuring ICP & Blaze)
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. . .


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...


. . .


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 PA cranked to 10
And all we wanna do is rock the dead
So many thoughts runnin all through my head
But the only one that's clear is rock the dead

Screamin like AHH!
I can't even take it no more
Release the straps from my jacket and let me go
Ill medication got my whole body shakin
Making an escaping
But they gonna keep on chasing
I'm facing off with the world and the planet
Nigga hoe
Buried alive like good goddamnit
It ain't a living thing
It's a no fuck giving thing
Bring the pain
And I'ma bleed with the rain
Insane when I leave this bitch
I got the whole world screaming out
YOU AIN'T SHIT!
They'll be the wrong one's you can bet
I don't know why you hide your face
Cause I'm coming for your neck
Get hard on the plot
What you got?
Should I cut your head off on the spot?
A whole pile of dead bodies I'm on top
Me and my man rockin the dead like UHH non-stop

Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise(Come on)

Got me a mic, and a PA cranked to 10
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 PA cranked to 10
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 PA cranked to 10
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 PA cranked to 10
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 PA cranked to 10
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 PA cranked to 10
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 PA cranked to 10
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 PA cranked to 10
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

. . .


(Jamie Madrox)
Man, fuck that shit man

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
FUCK THAT
What?

(Jamie Madrox)
Whats up with this bitch?
She better come suck my dick or something

(Shaggy)
Bitch

(Chorus)
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
Sportin' cowboy boots and a florescent glove
I lasso you up, and then I jumped on your back
I I I needs no saddle, I just sit on my nut sack

(Chorus)
Whos going next?
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby
And give it to me

(Shaggy)
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)
Whos going next?
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby
And give it to me

(Jamie Madrox)
Its me, Jamie Madrox a widow's dream
I tap and touch and tickle you,
till you melt like Ice Cream
I know you want my body, fat kids are so sexy
Take off all your clothes and come over here next to me BIATCH

(Chorus)
Whos going next?
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby
And give it to me

(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 (Man, who the bottle pointing on?)
Give it to me
(Somebody better suck on my dick in this motherfucker)
Give it to me (I ain't playing no more)
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me

(Chorus)
Whos going next?
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby
And give it to me

(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)
Whos going next?
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby
And give it to me

(Shaggy)
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
The size or the shape, as long as she gots neden hair

(Chorus)
Whos going next?
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby
And give it to me

(Jamie Madrox)
All I heard was BANG BANG BANG, no I ain't tripping
Pink fun so wet that my thang was slippin'
But quicker than I bat 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 bed

(Chorus)
Whos going next?
I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby
And give it to me

(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 Shaggy's Balls
Fuck 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 on you....ooh ooh its touching you
Touch my ass
Girl, you betta touch my ass

. . .


Show me what lies just beyond my eyes
Would you take me to the world where my spirit flies?
Tell me is that really fact or a pack of lies?
What's beyond my eyes? (Why don't you?)
Show me what lies just beyond my eyes
Would you take me to the world where my spirit flies?
Tell me is that really fact or a pack of lies?
Show me what's beyond my eyes (Why don't you?)
Show me what lies just beyond my eyes
Would you take me to the world where my spirit flies?
Tell me is that really fact or a pack of lies?
Show me what's beyond my eyes (Why don't you?)
When I open my eyes I see the blood on the wall
Neck and back stopped to contract
I'm bout to fall
When I open my eyes I only try to hide the pain
Cause legally, physically, mentally I'm insane
When I close my eyes everything goes black
My heartbeat 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
Mission will accomplish when the carnival arrives
When I open my eyes the dead will resurrect
And we gonna issue bitches with problems with slit necks
When I close my eyes
My body's paralyzed
Engulfed in the swarm by the Lord of the Flies
My eyes stay closed
My temperature falls
My bed starts shakin
Blood drippin 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 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
Hangin from a rope
All 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
Why don't you?
Show me what lies just beyond my eyes
Would you take me to the world where my spirit flies?
Tell me is that really fact or a pack of lies?
Show me what's beyond my eyes (Why don't you?)
Show me what lies just beyond my eyes
Would you take me to the world where my spirit flies?
Tell me is that really fact or a pack of lies?
Show me what's beyond my eyes (Why don't you?)
Show me what lies just beyond my eyes (Take me)
Would you take me to the world where my spirit flies? (Bring me)
Tell me is that really fact or a pack of lies? (Show me)
What's beyond my eyes? (Why don't you?)
When I open my eyes
I can feel my ears bleed
Nerscleve shakin my hand
Wishing me Godspeed
When I open my eyes I'm in a trance
My only thought is rockin the dead until they dance
When I close my eyes I see Hell turn to ice
Starving little children feedin on the rats and mice
My eyes stay closed
Angels fall from the sky
They said that it rains everytime God cries
When I open my eyes I can see Heaven on a cloud
All these people in the line but I can't hear a sound
When I open my eyes I'm steady fallin outta graves
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 axe
He chase me around the room
Until I'm tired as fuck
And then I fell into the corner
Now I'm shit outta luck
When I open my eyes I'm only askin to be buried alive
I can't escape the voices crawling 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 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
Why don't you?
Show me what lies just beyond my eyes
Would you take me to the world where my spirit flies?
Tell me is that really fact or a pack of lies?
Show me what's beyond my eyes (Why don't you?)
Show me what lies just beyond my eyes
Would you take me to the world where my spirit flies?
Tell me is that really fact or a pack of lies?
Show me what's beyond my eyes (Why don't you?)
Show me what lies just beyond my eyes (Take me)
Would you take me to the world where my spirit flies? (Bring me)
Tell me is that really fact or a pack of lies? (Show me)
What's beyond my eyes? (Why don't you?)
Show me what lies just beyond my eyes (Take me)
Would you take me to the world where my spirit flies? (Bring me)
Tell me is that really fact or a pack of lies? (Show me)
Show me what's beyond my eyes? (Why don't you?)
Show me what lies just beyond my eyes (Take me)
Would you take me to the world where my spirit flies? (Bring me)
Tell me is that really fact or a pack of lies (Show me)
Show me what's beyond my eyes (Why don't you?)
Show me what's beyond my eyes (Why don't you?)
Show me what's beyond my eyes (Why don't you?)
Show me what's beyond my eyes (Why don't you?)


. . .


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Due to transmission problems so common to old radio.
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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...


. . .


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)


. . .


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)

. . .


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...


. . .


Music video awards
Alright y'all
Teen summit
Check it out
Just talked to Alex
Warped Tour
Big things goin on big things
VH1
First of all I got y'all on Jenny Jones
Tour with Marilyn Manson
Billboard
Where the credits are rolling at the end and shit
Friday night videos
Rolling Stone Magazine
I got y'all on MTV's Rock and Jock
Summertime, Spring Break, volleyball, half time tour
Ricki Lake
Perform with Limp Bizkit
Right before Coolio dawg (Big things)
Right before Coolio and right after Mase
That's it right in between
And uh Spin Magazine
I got Blaze on that Real World cast (Channel 3)
I'm still workin on y'all for Road Rules (I told you)
Lollapalooza
And I got y'all on the cover of Nickalodeon Magazine
I don't give a fuck right
Dead face with the eyes white
Intimidate you with my eyesight
I try to hide from the ads bitch
Everyday we startin static
Live with the maggots
Masters of the black magic
My shits for killas
With the Twiztid tags on they backs
My shits for killas
Who walk around with a axe
My shits for killas
Screaming I would rather die
Than see you muthafuckas doin MTV live
You can keep the mainstream light in all the hoes
I'm steady cussin in videos for juggalos
I'm underground where the dead don't sleep
Keep us a secret to the world
And watch the posse increase
So if you feel why don't you bury me alive
Bury me alive
Run with the Psychopathic hatchet man (Aight)
Bury me alive (Bury me alive)
Keep it in your clique fuck the outside
Bury me alive (Bury me alive)
Run with the Psychopathic hatchet man (Aight)
Bury me alive (Bury me alive)
Keep it in your clique fuck the outside
Strictly for the juggalos
Bitch I thought you knew
Cause we sealing up the mainstream ears with crazy glue
So they can't hear a word we say
We stage witches speak of voodoo
Them bitches wouldn't understand it anyway
Walk with an axe when the sun falls
Talkin through the oujii board
For predictions of the haulocaust
Give a fuck less about a video or airplay
We stay unedited and scream till they head ring
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'll be the shit
If they label us a buzz clip
Man fuck that
We deep beneath the underground
We rose with the hatchet
You can hear the wicked sound
In your eardrums
Don't let the others get a taste
And if they start to bump it
Go and smack them in they face
And then bury me alive
Bury me alive
Run with the Psychopathic hatchet man (Aight)
Bury me alive (Bury me alive)
Keep it in your clique fuck the outside
Fire your buckshots
Goddamn they ruthless
Fire your buckshots
Goddamn they ruthless
This ain't no club scene
So ain't nobody dancin
I only fuck with the dead
And my muthafuckin advances
Chances are you outta luck
When you fuckin with the killas
Psychopathic fuck it we be the illest
Keep it the realest
Like everybody else doing that
I'm in the back in black
Chillin with a bloody axe
When we attack we have your whole crew shook
You fake hoes know Twiztid wrote the goddamn book
And I don't give a fuck
Perpatrators you can suck my nuts
Say you bought the album
But don't know a single cut
You's a bandwagon rida givin juggalos a bad name
We'll fuck you up for that
Bitch this ain't no fuckin game
Fuck all that shit that they print bro
Magazines is toilet paper
Glorified for the assholes
Fuck publications, syndications, music segregation
Cause we run beneath the nation
So bury me alive
Bury me alive
Run with the Psychopathic hatchet man (Aight)
Bury me alive (Bury me alive)
Keep it in your clique fuck the outside
Fire your buckshots
Goddamn they ruthless
Fire your buckshots
Goddamn they ruthless
Bury me alive
Run with the Psychopathic hatchet man (Aight)
Bury me alive (Bury me alive)
Keep it in your clique fuck the outside
Bury me alive (Bury me alive)
Run with the Psychopathic hatchet man (Aight)
Bury me alive (Bury me alive)
Keep it in your clique fuck the outside

. . .


Hound doggin this muthufucka
Raise up off my nizzogs
Get off my nuts
Get off me bitch
Ah shit muthufuckin hound dogs what?
Swingin from my balls so hard it's like I got a third nut
And look yo
I don't care who you know
Bitch what the fuck
Get the fuck to the back of the line
Lines of hoes sayin you's my cousin
Like my Mom and your Mom are sisters or sumthin
Oh yeah we down go ahead let em in
BAAH! knuckle hammers to the chin
Be down with me and I'll be down back
Put my dick in your mouth
You gonna hear your neck snap (Crack)
In fact, hoe fuck out my bus
Ask questions like a mutt
But ain't down to fuck
You see em come
You see em go
You see em come again
From my dick to Twiztid's dick
And then me
To Violent J's dick
To Blaze's dick
Try to grope us with they paws
Goddamn hound dogs
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
What's the whole meaning of a hound dog
Butt sniffin, dick lickin
All kind of wrong y'all
I'm in a club
Smokin on a square
Step on out to get a little fresh air
But I can't do that
I get attacked like a cardiac
People rushin front to back
They like sign that (Bitch)
Ain't nuthin wrong with giving me props
But actin like the punk ass cops
And swingin off my nuts has gotta stop
Walk around, spreading rumors like you know
Sayin shit you heard me tell a hoe after a show
Homey I don't play that shit one bit
Fuck around and get your head cut off right quick
Psychopathic bitch boy peep the axe
Specializing in splittin the hound dog backs
Plottin against the whole world of facts
So get off my dick and I'm out like that
Aight y'all
Wait come here
Oh my God you don't remember me?
No
I had a crush on you for like nine years
I don't know you fat bitch
It's me Jenny
I sat behind you in Ms. Crowberries chemistry class
Bitch I ain't even go to school
No I'm saying if you were to sit there
It would be the shit
Do you think you could sign my shirt?
Hehehe
Yeah I remember school
Hoes back then was like Joe Bruce ewww
Years pass by and look I'm a star
Now all them hoes are like Joe Bruce ahhhh
I'm still that nerdy ass voodoo nut
Now I got hound dogs sniffin my butt
I could have a worm hangin out of my dick hole
And they'd be like Aww I think it's cute though
Miss me with all that I ain't changed any
Look at me I make Big Pun look skinny
I'm ugly as fuck resembling a cling-on
Hoes still let me get my ding-a-ling a swing on
What up with these pop kids buyin my shit
Mainstream groupies get off my dick
I wanna see real juggalos at shows
Fuck these backstreet richie fake hoes
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Y'all don't even know who the fuck I am
Yet bitches like you's his friend Goddamn
My lips is crusty
My feets is musty
Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty
I ain't had pussy in eleven years (What?)
I been dead (Oh)
Ain't nobody sheddin tears
Look bitch I don't give a fuck about fame
Got cock for you bitches cause I'm married to the game
Ain't no shit to the shit I speak
Slap hound dog bitches in they face for weeks freak
I see you hatin on my Raiders cap
When back in the day you was all about that (Sure was)
Shot that ass out back in '89
Perry wearin locs and this clock of mine
Rose from the dead with the Lotus clique
I'm done played out and I ain't changin shit (Nope)
Hey aren't you Monoxide child?
That's right bitch
Right the skinny one
My best friend John
Is supposed to be cousins with you or sumthin
Who?
So like I figured if you give me your phone number
I could give it to him
And maybe we could all hang out or sumthin
Shiiiit
Whatever
Oh my God it's Blaze
Hey dead homey!
You's a hound dog bitch allow me to smack your face
Ridin on my dick now how my nuts taste
Everyplace that I go somebody want a photograph
Or an autograph
But can I get a gap
How did y'all get started?
Your shit is really tight
And what be motivatin y'all to grab a pen and write?
Listen here little bitch I'm the killer in disguise
Twiztid muthafucka with them milk white eyes
I despise how you perpatrate like a juggalo
But you ain't down muthafucka
You's a juggahoe
Hey hoe you're afraid of the facts
Never packin a gat and always seen with an axe
Take another picture and I'll break your jaw
I got an 80 pound punch for each and every one of y'all
Muthafuckas with the bitch ass hound dog face
My ass cracks exposed go ahead and get a taste
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Hound dogs ain't got shit to say (Muthafuckin hound dog muthufucka)
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone
Yo, yo it be the same hound dogs in different cities
Starin at me like I'm a set of titties
Autographin t-shirts, hats, and socks
And this bitch don't even know Riddlebox
Real juggalos don't want no picture
They just walk up like what up ninja?
After that they give a fuck where I'm headin
They're like fuck him we lookin for neden
And I don't need anymore free tattoos
Got my arms lookin like Motley Crue's
I could be talkin to the finest bitch in the land
And you'd run up like hey what up man?
That's when I slap you right on the spot
And have Billy Bill beat you down in the parking lot
Do I think I'm better cause neden comes easy
For sheesy bitch
Bottom line y'alls get off our balls
Psychopathic out like Biggie Smalls
Dark Lotus little biatch


. . .


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..

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