2nd Hand Smoke Twiztid

[Intro: En Vogue]
Free your mind

[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox, Monoxide Child, both]
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? Why you talkin' shit?
Better duck, bitch, before your dome get hit
This shit is twisted, deeper than that old French braid
Stickier than jam and jelly face, kick it
Everybody else still talkin' 'bout somethin'
What you thought you heard, bitch? Can it, 'cause you're frontin'
Dead wrong, dinner table conversations
Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions
Call it a contamination of mind state
Sleep in a dream, hopin' it's gone when I awake
Mama think I'm a flake (Corn Flake serial killa)
Froot Loop outta my mind like Godzilla
We survive like caterpillars in cocoons in caskets
Stretch the industry like elastic
So fantastic like the Newport cigarette that I smoke
Hit the motherfucker 'til I choke
I brag and I boast about nothin', death, dying, and hoes fuckin'
So understand that he's saying somethin'
Never be heard, I'm underground with the dirt and grime
Smashin' heads be my reason for rhyme
I'm on time like a motherfucker leavin' you hangin' in the forest
Standin' in some comfortable shits like Chuck Morris
Check the chorus, secondhand smoke when you breathe
Remember when I told you always believe?
You relieve I'm the Monoxide Child, I'm wild
Travel the world on nine cloud, screamin' loud