Twiztid Album

Gather round children as we come together
To make up the undesirable, mortal worthlessness
We are the downtrodden, forgotten stains in the pavement
The disfigured shadows cast by the moon
on the hollowed cemetary grounds
It is a shame that it had to come to this
But in the course of battle
There's never time too worse the casualties of war
Only to take action
If you stand not by my side
I have no choice but to assume that you stand against me
And woe is he who dons the title of my enemy
For their suffering will be eternal in the depths of Hell
Which side are you on?
There's a war being raised on the streets
as well as in my mind
We must rise up, overcome, and take back what's ours
Ladies and Gentleman it gives me grave pleasure
To bring to you old school Twiztid

(Chorus)
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 rots in the grave)
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah
(Will you have time to pray?)
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah.
(Hoping that your soul will be saved)

(Jamie Madrox)
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 mind state
Inquisitive minds and eyes dilate
While I dominate on the underground level
I'm not the Devil with no horns, pitchforks or shovels
So can you dig it I be Jamie Madrox
bleach white like Mr.Clorox
Big Hurt like Mr.Thomas but I don't be claiming White Sox
A Louisville Slugger, my weapon for bashing brains
Leavin' competition tangled in chains like I was Pinhead
A Cenobite, 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

(Chorus)
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 rots in the grave)
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah
(Will you have time to pray?)
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah.
(Hoping that your soul will be saved)

(Monoxide Child)
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 in 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

(Chorus)
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 rots in the grave)
So whatthefuck, whatthefuck yeah
(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!

(Mr. Bones)
Ya see I could make a mill, and don't have to sell drugs
I could smoke a roach, and don't have to light bugs
I could pack a bowl, but I'm not Cheech and Chong
Not Cypress Hill, but I like hittin' bongs
I can be fat, and don't have to gain weight
I can be a legend, and don't have to be great
I don't have to take a plane to fly high
I don't wanna live my life just to die
I can be a DJ, and don't have to scratch
I could spark my cigarette with lighter or match
I can have a gun, and I don't have to shoot
I can get a job, and try to earn a little loot
I could be a bum and live in a box
I could move to your neighborhood, stayin' on your block
I can like Trix, but I'm not a silly rabbit
I can't stop smokin' because I can't kick the habit
What is a jam if you don't come smooth?
What is a beat if you don't have a groove?
I could be the President, and legalize weed
I could grow a field of bud with a hand full of seeds
Damn

(Chorus)
Yo it's gotta be a sign when the bullshit stops
Ain't a damn thang changed still fuck the cops
It's been a long time comin' and believe we came
If fans only knew that ain't a damn thang changed

(Jamie Madrox)
Hey yo fuck money tax, Cadillacs
Nice clothes, studios, hot wax, fine hoes
Freestyles, drug sales, competition, videos,
and Thug Tales fresh
As a stick of Trident
fuck means of consignment
All about realignment to the game
Hometown hero, but treated like a zero
Hate me more than ever cause now I got dinero
In my enemies eyes I stand alone
Blowin' in the wind just me and my microphone
I'm like a Jedi Knight bringin' the Force and alliance
Mean muggin' muthafuckas like I'm Andre the Giant
Type of shit that start a riot, but I just begun
Explosion C4, 3, 2, on 1 (Bang!)
Leave the fuckin' room cuz heads are bound to get cracked
Beats kickin' at equivalent to get whiplash
Add a dash of Ridalin just to keep me sane
But the problem goes deeper than the cells in my brain
Maintain for the simple fact I stack my wealth
Because I can't help nobody till I help myself

(Chorus)
Well it's gotta be a sign when the bullshit stops
Ain't a damn thang changed still fuck the cops
It's been a long time comin' and believe we came
If fans only knew that ain't a damn thang changed

(Monoxide Child)
Monoxide Child hey, wicked wild
Nicotine, and THC be my style
Profile of a serial killa that's who I be
The T-W-I-Z-T-I-D
I'm comin' with the shit to make your head explode
Cock the hammer in my mouth, and let my tongue unload
Road to riches, taggin' bitches
Fuck around I'll have you sleepin' with the fishes
Fuck is you in stitches
You can hate me and my no good friends
But thinkin' this shit gonna end, it's all pretend
Now lend me an ear, and I'ma scream it loud and clear
It ain't safe for you to hang around here
7 Mile in the hood, Eastside, chinese eyes when we ride
Shit ain't even close to changed around this
(You the one actin' like a lil' bitch!)
I don't know what you heard, or what you thought
Or who you with, or who you brought
(Bitch niggas get tossed, whut?)
That's right ain't a damn thang changed, but day to night
And you ain't on the mic
Like to recite my shit,
kindly to your bitch
So both of y'all can suck a dick

(Chorus 4x)
Well it's gotta be a sign when the bullshit stops
Ain't a damn thang changed still fuck the cops
It's been a long time comin' and believe we came
If fans only knew that ain't a damn thang changed

Changed, and ain't a damn thang changed
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody,
nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody changed
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody,
nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody changed
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody,
nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody changed
Yeah, nobody changed bitch
Twiztid for life!
That's how we do it on the Eastside
Crank that shit
And we out bitch, and we out bitch, and we out bitch
Yo Monoxide crank that shit

(Mr. Bones)
I'm back, blowin' up like the World Trade
Throw your hands in the air while the music played
Comin' live and direct from Dimension X
Where bitches bleed all day with no Kotex
Broke necks
Mind checks
Seranaded with these beats
How deep?
About a hundred and fifty-two feet
Don't sleep
'Cause the boogyman will steal your soul
And have you strung out on Remote Control
And now your mind is broken and you feel pain
What you call sanity's what I call insane
I said your mind is broken and you feel pain
What you call sanity's what I call insane
My mind's flippin' on alcohol
Tylenol
And marijuana
Still I eat the rhythm alive like a piranaha
Now Madonna done fucked everybody but me
But I heard she got the clap (awwww!!)
Pass me a Newport, and give me a light
Image is nothing so I'ma drink me a Sprite
Tonight's the night
But my name ain't Betty White
It's Mr. Bones
And aggravating hoes please leave me alone
I'm on my own
In my little fucked up world
And I ain't got time for silly games little girl
'Cause I'm tryin' to be me
And that's all I can be
And if you see more, you best a-go and join the Army
Army
With the lyrics and rhythms that I be spittin'
I seen it through your panties
it was written on your kitten
Smellin' like chicken
But finger-lickin'
Nonetheless
And for my big Johnson, I got the propholactic vest
So I won't bust no faulty shot
'Cause that's highly illogical like Mr. Spock
And I ain't tryin' to be a father any time soon
And we only got one hour left in the motel room
But that's enough time for me to hit the skin
I can tell you want it baby, by the way that you grin
Let me fondle on your breasts
As we both undress
And if you let me, I'ma bust a nut all up on your chest
Bend over let me catch the rhythm as ya moan
I love it when you tighten up and try to touch your toes
As my dick smashes
Crashes
What a disaster
Clit pleaser, call me the Thigh-Master
'Cause I got a black belt in the art of Ol' Tongue-Fu
Let me lick on your vagina as you holler at the moon
Now mengo, mango
Me and Tisha did the tango
But little did I know my girl
was looking through the window
Now what was I to do, throw that bitch out in the street
Fucked up hair, no panties, and bare feet
Two...keep on fuckin' like ain't shit up
Because a couple more strokes and I'ma bust that nut
Three...play it cool, let the shit unfold
Calmly get dressed and say, "fuck both of y'all hoes."
Woke up in the backseat of a ride
Tangled in the seatbelt, smellin' like peroxide
Blood keeps gushin' from the side of my head
And I wonder to myself am I alive or dead
Reach for my dick, oh my God, I hope she didn't chop it
Try to play the lunatic like Lorena Bobbitt
All up in the place, confused and distraught
She took back the new Polo shoes that she bought
She tried to play me out with a fucked up scheme
And then I blinked my eyes and woke from my bad dream
--dream
--dream
--dream
--dream
--dream
--dream

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

(Mr. Bones)
You don't know how we do things
Shut the door and don't fuckin say shit
I'ma bust you, gimme that fuckin wrench
I'm gonna crack this fuckin' kid in the skull
Listen here motherfucker you don't know how we do things
You shut the fuck up
Look some motherfuckers don't play that shit
I'm one of them motherfuckers
Don't fuck with me
I'm warning you what the
Don't fuck with me, you cocksucker
Shut, shut up

(Mr. Bones)
I transcend
And continue to bring rhymes
Rappers is dime a dozen
Like the Cars and Train times
This is the shit
I'm not the ordinary cracker
I'm a Ritz, Step back, Jack
Or collide with two fist Blam!
To your chin Blam!
To your skull
Now tell me who the brother with the biggest balls rising
From here to Reno pesky like a mosquito
Tougher than Scarface so call me Al Pacino
Wishing like Skee-Lo to meet the Beatles
Eating some Frito's a cool cat daddy like Chester Cheeto
Chanting like the Santo Domingo
Munks mortuary, livin' close to the cemetary
Met a girl named Carrie
She told me she loved me and it's scary
Like Chuck Berry I string funky guitars
Swoopin down on brothers like they were far better
Deal caps get peeled
Raps get dealed and dealt
Twelve inches keep spinning
Turntables with felt
Now give a little cut can you
That's enough cause I represent a style
That be fuckin tough and built like a Tonka truck
Because I take abuse and keep on
Survival of the fittest, first rule of the strong
I'm not made by Nabisco, but I drink Cisco
When I go to Hardee's I always order me a Frisco
Combo meal $2.95 Oh what a deal
(Would you like that supersized for 35 cents?)
For real? Ok go ahead just don't do no hockin' on my bread
Can I substitute my drink with a milkshake instead?
(Yes sir, your total comes to $14.88)
Who I'm tryin to feed, Michigan State?
Can you relate?

(Chorus 2x)
Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with
(Badder than bad coming from MoTown)
Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with
(You don't wanna fuck with me)

Clap on, clap off like the clapper
I'm such a hotstepper
Drinkin some Dr. Pepper
With my nigga Jed he's the wrecker
(Microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2
Now tell me mufuckas what you came to do)
I came to bring the skills
And try to pay the phone bills
I saw Jack and Jill
Doin the nasty at the top of the hill
Comic books, and bitches is the shit that I dig
I don't wanna grow up cause I'm a Toys 'R Us kid
I get lost in space like Will Robinson, Danger!
Call on the Dragonzord cause I'm a Mighty Morphin
Power Ranger
Hitting on the scene with karate kicks
O-D'n on the sugar with the pixie sticks
And a big ol' fat glass of grape Kool-Aid
Chillin with senior citizens enjoyin the shade
Stayin paid couting the big old wad of cash
Hittin on the scene like Jumpin' Jack Flash
I dash some pepper, achoo it made me sneeze
Always itchin my balls like I have some type of fleas
Oh baby please, what you see's is what you get
A goof ball with long hair growin' wild like a Chia pet
We just met, you know how I come across
As I enforce, sweatier than intercourse
Spicier that hot sauce
Reinforce your lyrics, lyricist cause I'm a smash
Takin your titles and I'm not gonna stop
Till your career crash

(Chorus 2x)
Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with
(Badder than bad coming from MoTown)
Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with
(You don't wanna fuck with me)

Hickory dickory dock
Tell them hoes they better stay off my cock
Cause I rolls with a pack of lunatics down the block
Mad alliance, big giants
House of Krazee's runnin shit for the 9-6 and then some
Represetin mad skills, pay the bills
Gotta act, bustin hands on the dub sack
Now tell me who got the ill rhymes?
Got your toe tappin like Gregory Hines uh
Running shit like a marathon
I'm stronger than teflon
And use my liquid friend to get my drink on
Well I'm sluggin bigger than the average nig
Got an attitude I get rude
You disrespect me and I'll split your wig
Nig nig nack paddy wack
My name is Mr. Bones dunkin lyrics
In your ears like Eddie Jones
You better give it up for the original individual
in disguise
So open your eyes, surprise
I fade em all like Jamal
I'm standin tall with my back to the wall
A bad brother like Lou Rawls
I fold ya, I thought I told ya
Gun in the holster
Thought patterns were deeper than the minds of Minolta
I ain't actin this ain't no play
Been eatin Play-Doh and paint chips since I was 8
Can you relate?

(Chorus 6x)
Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with
(Badder than bad coming from MoTown)
Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with
(You don't wanna fuck with me)

Are you enjoying that?
Just shut the fuck up and sit and watch!

(Mr. Bones)
I comes like BLAM! AHH! All up in your face
To give you mothafuckas a taste
Of whatever I'm kickin'
Damn, the shit is finger-lickin'
Like the pussy attached to the bitch I'm stickin'
Flickin'
The cunnilingous real tough
'Cause I wear a pair of thighs
like some mothafuckin' ear muffs
Lick it up
Because I gets to the point
Sit back, relax, and smoke a fuckin' joint
Rough, rougher than the course side of the sandpaper
More complex than menthaliptous with the soothing vapors
Where the papers?
Because I wanna get high
Lay on the lawn and stare at the sky
I'm quite disgusted
When some gets apathetic
I'll scream out my battle cry and freeze you up like cryogenics
Anasthetic, carbon monoxide
A mind-meld
Pressure on your mind until your mind swells
It's something weird

(Chorus 2x)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)

Listen as I mingle
You start to tingle
You peep the jingle
I got you salivatin' for a Mr. Bones single
Lyrics illuminate like some candles
Nastier than ashy ass feet in some open toed sandles
Dimension X is the portal to imagination
Desecration
Of the body, mind deprivation
In relation
To the son of man you can't avoid
'Cause I'm on the Dark Side of the Moon
like Pink Floyd
Can you see me?
Maybe if you see me, you'll believe me
A hexogonic case
Skeleton face
On your TV
Turn the channel
And I'll just reappear
And make sure that we're all cleeaarr...
On the subject that I'm stressin', the shit is kinda deep like Atlantis
Mothafuckas nowadays be actin' scandulous
But fuck em', and fuck you too if you down wit' em'
I aim to split em'
And eat they ass up with the deadly rhythm
I'm bringin'
Pain to your ears loud and clear
So turn it up and freak out, it's something weird

(Chorus 2x)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)

Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down

I wanna rip the skin off my body so I can see my skeleton
The thinks you think are mandatory I think are irrelevent
In fact, a lunatic is not always insane
Society bends the mind intends to give pain
Maintain long enough to live your life
Maintain your sanity long enough so you can get paid
Looking for my mind, I think I lost it
And fuck every last muthafucka out there
that wanna talk shit
I give a fuck not what you think
I'm down to blast your ass everytime you blink
So think
Sucka
Mothafucka
You besta back up
Before I crack up
And nut-up
And fuck yo' ass up
I rip the rhyme like it has to be
What's my mental capacity
You're askin' me
I'm hittin' like 6.9 on the Richter Scale
I'm walkin' a ghostly trail
Scratches from the fingernails
Ghastly grooves overcoming the whole state
But wait, it gets better, just wait
Something weird....

(Chorus 4x)
Check the sound
Peep this freaky shit goin' down
Grab on to the rhythm like it owns your soul
Ask me where my brain is, man, I don't know
(Weird!!)

Yeah....

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

Perhaps we can make a deal....

(Mr. Bones)
Who is it? Dr. Jekyl or Mr. Bones?
Come quick cuz I'm still,
I'm chillin' at they fuckin' door
But wait a minute, could you unlock the door?
You're in my jam
'Cause I can do it man, I know I can
But is it me or Mr. Bones rappin'?
Tombstone tappin'
Voices laughin'
When we castin'
Many spells or many hexes, you can't even tell
So go and help 'fore your brain swells
Part of being a sick man is tryin' to keep my sanity
Label my tapes explicitely because of the profanity
But wait a minute, I'm the fuckin' killa
I'll hang yo' ass up like Michael Myers in the cellar
A dweller
I'm on the display, it's sad but true
But, uh....fuck you
'Cause I ain't got shit to prove

All my friends say I'm a cool young man
All my friends say I'm a cool young man

Verse 2, I'm still psycho-trippin'
I'm on the hunt for a bitch that I can stick my dick in
But if she give me some shit
Mr. Bones, or hell, anybody, it's a guaranteed wig split
With an axe to the dome
Fuck the chrome
Because I'd rather get my bone on
And get my bone on is what I must
I'm leavin' niggas three-six degrees,
turnin' suckas to dust
But when I bust
Never felt no tragedy
The roads that I walk are filled with dirt
so feel no panic
Still broke
I'm the funky brother named Bones
And I'm always on the run, let the skin stone
But the Final Friday is comin' quickly
And if you step in my path, I'm gettin' with thee
So if you try to take me on
Never come alone
Or you'll feel the wrath of Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Bones

All my friends say I'm a cool young man
All my friends say I'm a cool young man
All my friends say I'm a cool young man
All my friends say I'm a cool young man
All my friends say I'm a cool young man
All my friends say I'm a cool young man
All my friends say I'm a cool young man
All my friends say I'm a cool young man
All my friends say I'm a cool young man

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..

What up y'all?
This Jed Thumpman
Let me tell y'all a little story
About a muthafucka that I know named Blaze
Now everytime we roll up a joint
Muthafuckas always be talkin' about Blaze Blaze Blaze
Man fuck Blaze
This muthafucka act like he puttin' it down for the hood
Talkin' bout everybody know Blaze, big baller
I don't give a fuck
Dead muthafucka don't get no special treatment from me
Look at Sarie's son little Eric
You know that muthafucka down to wear a wheelchair
I hate that muthafucka
And I don't show him no special treatment
So Blaze can kiss my ass

(Blaze)
I put in work for my hood
So fuck a 9 to 5
You can find me on the corner
Hustlin' on the grind
They call me Mr. Lump Lump
So when their heads hear the thunder and the bump bump
They come out runnin' like the kids to the ice cream man
Children I'm sorry but it's Blaze in the mini van
Playin' Atari, and I gotta do a crime to loot and 8 ball
Semi automatic with a clip for the law
All I wanna do is make money and smoke
Fuck hella bitches, and slang my dope
The law ain't good for a muthafuckin thang
But eatin' mad donuts, and gettin' all in the way
I been gone for more than a day, and some things changed
So many died and some faded away
I represent the ghetto from Harlem to Pinewood
I ride for the hood, I put it down for the hood

(Chorus 2x)
I put it down for the hood
I ride for the hood
And all my muthafuckas is up to no good
Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up
So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck

I've been dead to the world for the last 11 years
My body's decomposing, I'm missin' part of my ear
Still gonna rock till the day I die again
Get up back from the dead, and ryde again
Walk again, (talk thug shit, right)
Empty mack clips, right
Keep it old school, wanna see that bitch? (Uh huh)
When it's thugs in King's coats and Raider's caps
(Real Killers), jerry curls, and baseball bats
Ready to die like (everyday)
I put it down like a muthafucka, (everyday)
I drink brew and smoke weed like, (everyday)
And we all trying to get paid but (anyway) anyway
Killas don't talk, but this one do
Talk you out your wallet let the 45 blast you
Twice in the chest, once in the face
Plus the extra heater on the safe side in case
Your bitch is wack well she can catch one too
Cause if you're down with your hood
Then your hood down with you

(Chorus 2x)
I put it down for the hood
I ride for the hood
And all my muthafuckas is up to no good
Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up
So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck

Psychopathic just like thugs (right)
We ball, and we fight (right)
And just like the freaks I come out every night (yup)
Holdin' down the sidewalk
Standin' amongst muthafuckas that's soon
to be outlined in chalk
Sippin' on a cold ass 40 of O-E
Live from the D-E-T we O-G
Pissy drunk always, we dead bumpin'
Stay thug with the throw away in the trunk
Bitch slapper, fuck a bitch rapper
Bitches were made for fuckin' but that's another chapter
Bitch you don't know me, don't approach me
Thinkin' that you're down with Blaze ya dead homie
G Blood imbedded in street blocks
That's why I put it down, and blast with many shots
Bullet holes in my chest, it's all good
Man I even died for my hood, muthafucka
I PUT IT DOWN

(Chorus 2x)
I put it down for the hood
I ride for the hood
And all my muthafuckas is up to no good
Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up
So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck

(Hidden Track by Twiztid starts at 7:32)

(Monoxide Child)
Better grab yo' CD
'Fore the shit really gets deep
Watch a nigga on the creep
In the backseat
Thinkin' bout a friends on the knees
Goin' down that one street
Man, I'm out to get 'cha
Better feel me, blood, I'll get wit' cha
'Cause read the scripture
On the coffin
Not takin' no losses
Check, comin' back
With a stack wrapped
Look at the stack
All my Gs
These...
Suckas wanna play
Or lift away
But I'm bringin' em to they knees
Come and get these...
Mothafuckin' nuts
Gotta get the fuck on up
So don't even trip, I'll bury yo' ass too muthafuckin' quick, bitch
Back in the mode
Hit the road
If you can't hang
Fuck around, and get ya shit twiztid, leave you dead up in the Mustang
Lane to lane, gotta watch me drivin'
All across the island
Just look behind ya
On the ceiling of your Pathfinder
So ya better think twice
Or I'm all across like 6-D might
Runnin' wild like I'm outta mind
Intertwined...
With the fact, I'm outta town
But fuck y'all bitches
I'll haunt ya without the loss of any breath
Hope to God you muthafuckas learn, hope to God we'll scare ya to death

(people laughing)

(Jamie Madrox)
Die from the skin have the devil's chance
To breath
Hold ya hands to breathe
Terminal like disease
With amphedimenes
Goosebumps from a cold breeze
Foamin' at the mouth like I got rabies
Scabies
Maybe...it's 'cause I'm just a creep
Slippin' through your dream at night when you're when you're fast asleep
Shoulda get at me cuz I'm a freak
Don't peep
Quick to hung your ass with a bare sheet
Dangle boo, I'm scarin' em', bodies filled with fright
Vocal chords jumpin' out in the street light
Just might play today be nice
Crunch a mothafuckin' bottle over my head in a streetfight
I'm feelin' alright
Dynomite!!
Outta sight
Like Jimmy Walker
Cut a mothafuckin' head off but it on the keep
just like Betty Crocker
Night stalker
Anti-shittalker
Inventor of the vibe
Come and take a look at my mind
You will see shit don't work properly on inside
Outside is another whole story together
Got six bullet holes in the front of my sweater
No matter the weather
Some feel better
Any days make a nigga feel a little better
Never...
Feel bad with the good inside
Gotta scuffle with your knife to your head in the cowhide
Creepin' outside
Like a nigga insane
Tappin' bloody fingers on the windowpane
Leave em' out to play
Suckas say no way
Better come back on another day
Lock your windows and your doors but be prepared
For a brother to stop and ask you, is you scared?

(people laughing)