[Intro: Monoxide, Jamie Madrox]
Yeah (Ah, hell yeah)
Lemme know (What's that?)
Myzery (Word up)
Twiztid (Yeah)
And the Insane Clown Posse (Know what I'm sayin?)
Formin' a fifty-foot Voltron on your ass (On that bitch ass)
(See what I'm sayin'? Psychopathic style, nigga)
Your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with this
(What you gonna do?)
Run that shit (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox, Monoxide Child]
I'm rollin' with the Psychopathic, make a move and shit get drastic
Leavin' motherfuckers in caskets or wrapped in Reynolds plastic
'Cause we psychosomatic and schizophrenic lunatics
Holdin' my balls we know which engulfs the tip of my dick
We real, sick bitch, run and tell a friend
Twiztid, end of 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
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 Beatle
[Fuck a B on and deeto], rockin' Toledo like a trooper, what?
Leavin' your conscience in a stupor, What?
Fuck a Smith & Wesson, I can grab the Ruger, what?
And right before I shoot ya, I snap your back like I was Lex Luger
Chronic weed abuser (Woo!)
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 their town like Super Balls (Whoop Whoop!)
I roll with Bones and it's on like that, makin' suckers spasm
So hard they lungs collapse, Twiztid's the sound
Somethin' that your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with
Prepare to duck, bitch, 'cause I'm runnin' with a meat cleaver
Yeah (Ah, hell yeah)
Lemme know (What's that?)
Myzery (Word up)
Twiztid (Yeah)
And the Insane Clown Posse (Know what I'm sayin?)
Formin' a fifty-foot Voltron on your ass (On that bitch ass)
(See what I'm sayin'? Psychopathic style, nigga)
Your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with this
(What you gonna do?)
Run that shit (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox, Monoxide Child]
I'm rollin' with the Psychopathic, make a move and shit get drastic
Leavin' motherfuckers in caskets or wrapped in Reynolds plastic
'Cause we psychosomatic and schizophrenic lunatics
Holdin' my balls we know which engulfs the tip of my dick
We real, sick bitch, run and tell a friend
Twiztid, end of 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
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 Beatle
[Fuck a B on and deeto], rockin' Toledo like a trooper, what?
Leavin' your conscience in a stupor, What?
Fuck a Smith & Wesson, I can grab the Ruger, what?
And right before I shoot ya, I snap your back like I was Lex Luger
Chronic weed abuser (Woo!)
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 their town like Super Balls (Whoop Whoop!)
I roll with Bones and it's on like that, makin' suckers spasm
So hard they lungs collapse, Twiztid's the sound
Somethin' that your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with
Prepare to duck, bitch, 'cause I'm runnin' with a meat cleaver
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