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Twiztid
Twiztid


Background information
Origin Warren, Michigan, United States
Genre(s) Hardcore Hip-Hop
Horrorcore
Years active 1991—present
Label(s) Psychopathic Records
Associated acts Insane Clown Posse
House of Krazees
Psychopathic Rydas
Dark Lotus
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Website Website
Members
Jamie Madrox
Monoxide



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Twiztid Album



2002
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4 Thoze Of You (Featuring Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
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Leff Field (Featuring Violent J)
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. . .


I aint got no weed
My parents hate me
These kids at school wanna kick my ass
I just got fired from my job
Now I aint got no fuckin money
Man fuck Wal-Mart
My girlfriend dumped me for my best friend
Dirty, fuckin, backstabbin cunt whore
Man Fuck both of 'em
If I had a car I would go over there right now and bash there fuckin heads in
Nobody wants to hang out with me cuz Im a juggalo
I guess I embarass everybody well thats MY fault
Well fuck all of you, fuck you, fuck you, and FUCK YOU,
I hate you motherfuckers
Can't even stand to look at myself in the mirror anymore

*Glass Shattering*

*Muttering Voices*

ahhhhHHHHHHHH

. . .


I’ve been evicted, erase me from the face of the planet
Cause your world got my outlook damaged
My minds stuck inside a cycle of depression
The reflection
Can you feel me?
Look in the mirror, tell me do you see clearly?
They have it shattered and cracked, it’s so crazy
My minds stuck inside a cycle of depression
The reflection

Listen, I can make the crows talk
And have you jumping out a twenty story building
and come crashing on the sidewalk
You can see it in my eyes cause I never blink
And I can read it on your mind every time you think
I’m the sick side of circlin’ spells
And I’m surrounded for the secrets of…
All the writings on the walls in the cave described us
To decapitate the heads of the people who broke trust
Beyond the nonbelievin’
Unforgiven by the sacraments of sin
All the way from the beginnin’
I keep spinnin’
Good versus evil, who’s winnin’?
My mind state takin’ a beatin’ and still grinnin’
Underground and I’m buried alive
I’m resurrected and reflected through the Juggalo eyes
This ain’t no fuckin disguise
This is the way that I look
And it will all be explained in the book (in the book)

Chorus

I want you to touch the mirror, saying Twiztid inside your mind 17 times
Would you survive in a world that’s full of hate?
Or would you live and love then die and be buried and then disintegrate?
I want you to envision in the battle ground
With a light from heaven if I give’em hell of the sound
Painted in the wind like the stench of the dead
Angels with broken wings and devils with severed heads
I want you to believe in the realm of the dark
Where souls are rotten like teeth and withered like tree barks
Screams can be heard, only faint in the sky
Demons with forked tongues and bright yellow eyes
With his flesh being torn, by haunts and ghosts
With a flock of ??? and unicorns
The monster in the medicine cabinet grows clear
Is it me or my reflection that I’m seeing in the mirror

In the book (in the book)
They’ll all be explained in the book (in the book)

Chorus

. . .


I.... You can catch a buzz off
me from smoking the reazin off my tongue
and disappear in the dark like the smoke in my lungs.
Now will you walk with me,
take a chance when the faces all talk to me,
or when they callin me.
My eyes closed and I can’t see
straight, now it’s pitch black,
can’t breathe and I can’t move like a heart attack.
Hung ova, stoned sober,
my last guy crashed and burned so game over.
Control over a parallel you can’t even fuck with.
Cast half the spells and burn you in the dark shit
Crossed over with my faith in God,
stigmata, bleedin from the hole in my arm.
I’m hangin from ropes and chains with my veins all cut up,
in a puddle of blood, monoxide, bitch, what up.
Realm walker through the smoke I come,
drank the gloats with green eyes and sippin on blood.

Chorus:
What if the world couldn’t get any worse than this?
I just did it just did it just did it just did.
4 times

You’re starin at a homicidal maniac straight out his biskit,
you never know how deep shit
can get until you’re knee deep in it.
So come along and witness things, dark enough to mainstream,
sendin eyes wander through the tunnels
of your blood veins And if yall didn’t know ? for hoes,
ain’t no love for trolls,
better roll for you get stole on, better, better get gone,
for I grab this axe start hittin your
ass the way I usually hit this bong.
Hit this moist and coochie
when I speak on point like se ‘er fuck your 9 millimeter.
Real stupid, your killaz carry an axe
either in our hands or in the haters
back watch em drip like candle wax.
Caught up in the wicked web created by the light of them
and now your homies dead I
think you better call an ambulance.
Talkin that, walkin that, can’t nobody
fuck with me but now you’re on your back
and labeled just another casualty.

Chorous 4 times

Time is running out for the planet Earth. ???,
you will make it, in society, or out of it.
What if the world couldn’t get any worse than this?
Time is running out for the planet Earth.
What if the world couldn’t get any worse than this.
You’ll make it, in society or out of it.

Comatose (what?) fucked up on drugs,
scatter brain from an infection I got my blood,
monoxide bless the dead up (bitch what), hold it down,
keep these weak bitches from double crossin the underground.
My space, my world, and my way,
and I’m a grown-ass man, dog, so bitch don’t play ( eat a ?).
My reflection is insanity that’s all that I can see,
that’s all that I can really truly be (yeah).

Brought up in a world of lies and hypocrites and tension,
where copy cats are waiting
to perpetrate you invention (damn),
so listen up and lend an ear, here, you can borrow mine,
livin for yesterday and today will tomorrow find (hey)
a place where people will understand,
it ain’t the chips that make the man,
it’s the spirit heart and action.
And you can try and argue with that,
while me and monoxide split this pack of
cigarettes and smoke our lungs black.

Chorus 4 times

. . .


You hear that? What?
What? Woah!
We off the train tracks homeboy
Outta control
Me and Madrox, rocking bitches, slapping the world
I say some shit to make your toes curl quick, little bitch
Paint a picture like Picasso, from your blood when it drips
Take a sip, it makes me stronger than the stongest man
And my mind takes a journey to the farthest land
I'm the whole world's kryptonite
I got these bitches on they knees, kissing hands, crying begging for they life
I'm a put your knife to the neck (slice)
Gotta go, run you just a hoe, true you ain't a juggalo
(believe dat)
(?)
You get your head split, quick, some shit they can't stitch
I'm a scrub for life, don't let the hair style (?)
With a bag of weed looking to blow it
Those who don't know it, I'm Monoxide, blaze up a smoke
And pass that shit to your boy, and give his bitch a choke

(Chorus x2)
4 thoze of u that don't know
Never blow hydro
Are you afraid to go where I go?
Even though, call yourself a juggalo
Telling everybody that you dowwwwn

For thoze of u that don't know (hmm?),
It's Mr. Madrox (fuck yeah!)
First name, Jamie, can't nobody see me
And my brother M-O-N-O one the m-i-c
And basically my little brother Blaze, put it down
With thug mentality (that's right)
We represent the vicinity of the East (eastside!)
But there'll be no love for hoes or the police (all you thugs put yo shit on!, biyatch!)
What you thought it was? Bumping weak shit
Need to get some hatchet in your life (Yay! Yay!)
Cause you perpetrating, like we don't know
Yesterday you was a hater, but today you's a juggalo (biyatch!)
You just a false wearing sheep nanny ghost
Trying to fall up in the flock, with that same mopey dope (mopey dope)
Trying to turn you in the shot (Believe it is!)
Second hand south scanned underground
And plus a hundred grand
So fuck a fan base, show me family faces
No matter they size, shape, or races

Chorus x2

First off! (Here we go!)
Who better trip and get the sawed off
Pointed to the back of your head, acting like the dead
Don't play, 12 shells a day
Still put it down for my G's around the way (Hey! Hey!)
Hey, ain't nobody try to step to
Better watch your mouth homeboy, I'll powerplex you
(Ow!) Into the mat, now picture that
Your styles so skinny your noise is... (Hella, Hella! Phat, Phat!)
Phat enough to kick it with a gang of hoodrats
In the back of a chicken shack (Clucking)
Move it back to your jaw like a side effect (and fuck you hoodrat hoes in the projects)
Got a 12 gauge, and I'm holding it down
Who wanna ride wit me, cause I'm headed eastward bound
Call the T-W-I-Z-T-I-D-B-L-A-Z-E
And we ride till infinity

Chorusx 5

I hate everyone, I hate everyone, I hate everyone, I hate everyone

. . .


Through your eyes you think we’re all the same
Through your eyes we’re all the same
Through your eyes you think we’re all the same
Through your eyes we’re all the same

Chorus (2x):
Through your eyes you think we’re all the same (Tell me can you see me now?)
Through your eyes we’re all the same
(t-t-t-t-t-t-t-tell me can you see me now?)

I’m an optical illusion
Your expectations of me awaitin’ stone like medusa
Lashing at me ripping out my mortal being
But your foundation is flimsy and slowly crumbling
Everything has an end
Now let’s pretend that pipe dreams are made of medicine
Make me feel better again made me feel better than them
Until we're all sitting together again
I can’t despise the way you capitalize
On situations the way you always seem to
Its been no suprise the way you speak those lies
Reassuring and convincing me that I’m somebody too
But I’m not
See, you wouldn’t comprehend this
Insignificant magic deep within, inside
But you wouldn’t realize
That if I was looking through your eyes then I would
wanna die

Chorus 2x

I beat the bongos in jungles and planets that you ain’t never heard of
Sit with gorillas in the mist and blaze the herb up
My thoughts are fixed with a 12 gauge
My skin is all covered and faint trying to hide me from the sun rays
My wicked ways will be death of y’all
My reflection is your burden call
Bless me father, heal us all
My contemplations premeditated
I’m heavily medicated
Into the underground is what I’m dedicated
I can’t handle so I blaze the weed
And I give a fuck less bitches if ya hatin me
Just, wait and see in turn full circle on the bottom again
Lookin up watchin all the clouds
Turn purple, like your black ass eye
I thought I told y’all motherfuckers bitch we don’t die

Chorus 2x

I ain’t the one to blow your head off to the scapegoat
The one you bitches blame cause you sinkin’ in your boat
Bitch I slit yo god damn throat
And leave ya twitchin’
Twiztid ain’t the reason why yo ass bullshittin’
(RADIO)
Them scared to rate us
Underground bitches, it ain’t no love for the famous
Get your ropes cut quick, low maintenance
Sittin’ in the dark and I ain’t got to make the playlist

Effortless excuses (my bad)
For why they don’t saturate situations for they nooses
And who are we to go and call you out?
We done heard all the stories and don’t what the fuck they talkin’ bout
I’m not a puppet, so don’t pull my strings
I don’t need nobody tryin’ to hold me, console me, control me, shit
You’re the one trying to change me, make me into
something that I’m not

Chorus 4x

. . .


Check 1, check 2
. now what it feel like, they say were just a couple in the way ass,
talkin way too fast, and all our shit, it sound like trash (what!?).
You can’t see us, replicate us and try to be us,
IN YOUR FONEY-ASS SWAP MEET 2 stripe adidas.
Now what you holdin down, dog your whole style is tough,
your rhymes is whack and shit don’t bump,
you say I’m hatin, hell naw, I’m just telling the deal,
and since I hate you then I don’t give a fuck how you feel.
We keep the dead jumpin put your hands in the air,
you can diss the unreal, but the unreal don’t really care,
we don’t give a fuck, more bodies up in the trunk,
every day is Friday the 13th with bad luck.
Somehow we made it through, don’t know how, somehow we do,
without relyin on radio or interviews.
Where my killers at, middle finger in the air,
and we spread in the numbers everyday so be prepared.

Chorus: x4
Whats this,
that’s what it’s like,
and I don’t want nobody to know,
nobody.

i could cut your eyeball out with a exacto blade
you still couldn’t see my freekshow mindstate (twiztid).
Levitate up in the middle of the room
and have everybody shakin in they kung-fu shoes.
I got madrox wit me packin a bowl,
I got 17 keepin 1 in the hole,
I got a stash spot that I keep on the low,
incase I gotta put in work on the bitch ass juggaho.
People sendin me their death threats,
but I got something for you fake ass bitches better believe that.
My axe is swingin I got your blood on my face
with your body still floppin cut in half at the waist.
It’s like peepin with a mad man,
shit it ain’t nothing to loose but my shell and you can have that.
Never ??? you mother fucker never die,
with the axe and the pistol representin the eastside

Chorus x4

We got the dialect to dialate you intalect
we change up love and hate without no textbook or no internet.
We stomp on waves (waves) play in the graves (graves)
and we take the minds of those are listening in interphase
and defind mind frames, everyone is king,
and the pressures of the world are crumbled by the words we sing.
I contend I’m sick and pissed of all this bullshit
we all up in your face while a bone is Jerry Atrick.

we aint the trend of the millenium, I can tell ya that,
you can keep the freestyle rap and backpack.
We are the drama seekers, looking for non-beleivers,
we walk on water and clouds in search of dream weavers.
I hope your glad to meet us, now get the blaze up,
your just a hot dog spot bitch so raise up.
You outta mind, outta body, outta spirit, outta rhymes,
sneak up on behind you in the dark from behind.

Chorus x4

. . .


Smoke a square and then prepare yourself.
Monoxide, monox-boogie, mo diddy mo somthin. Smoke somthin,
smoke a square bitch. Me and Violent J.

I’m the wickedest of wicked and by far I’m destined for greatness,
killin off you people who hate this.
Now you can wait to sing the top notch mag or book,
and we stil gon give you fags a look.
Bitch boy I’m gay bashin, consume my gun,
I never hated fags till I got sued by one.
My mental picture is paintin me something ugly
and I still don’t understand how my hands got all bloody.

It’s the Juggla. A Juggalo role model.
I stab people in the neck with a broken beer bottle.
And then you meet me and expect a nice guy,
you’re lucky I aint stuck a screwdriver in your eye yet.
Houndogs, when I sign an autograph,
I see you chopped up in my tub soakin in a blood bath,
with demons pissin on ya like “rock the dead!”.
oh shit thoughts in my head.

I’m getting blew the fuck out, with my homie Violent J
and we don’t give a fuck bout nothing you bitches say.
We speak the word of the unheard and mystified
and when you see us huggin momma give her a kiss goodbye.
It’s a long dark ride where you goin and ain’t no huggin back.
I’m the reaper in this bitch and ain’t no comin back.
My tounge in fact can seal the casket
and spit some shit so off the R.I.P. it’s a classic.

Shut the fuck up when we speakin, biatch,
I guess your momma never taught you shit.
We stab individuals in they fatal spot.
You got 9 lives well I got 10 shots.
I remember when we first got started,
clown paint and Faygo, you though we was retarded,
finally got you in the front row, wild,
now I go and do it again with Zug Izland.

Im'a axe toter, Uz'a deepthroater
wouldn’t know a juggalo if I showed ya.
Shadow this, my reflection still cast,
a demon with green ounce behind stained glass.
I see spirits and I talk to people that ain’t there,
they seem to vanish in thin air.
Why don’t ya, get ghost homie, raise up,
while me and Violent J roll the weed and blaze it up (what!)

Real ass juggalos is all I care about,
fuck everybody else and I don’t wanna hear about
and I don’t give a fuck if you know someone that’s down,
I’ll grab you by your neck and fling your fuckin head around.
I wont sign nothing, fuck takin a picture, fuck shakin you hand,
I’ll pull you at me and hit ya,
then I kick your fuckin guts in until your ribs break.
There’s you’re mother fuckin handshake
bitch.

. . .


Thanks for the pussy baby,
Now I gotta go,
You were so freaky, lady,
But you're just another ho,
Thanks for the pussy baby,
Now I gotta go,
You were so freaky lady,
But you're just another ho,

When you sucked my dick,
And I came all over your lip (oh shit),
The way you rubbed my ass,
Made me cum all up in my pants (oh shit),

(Man, I can't beleive the way this bitch, tounged my balls,
She had my dick so hard, I couldn't even fit it back in my drawers,)

Thanks for the pussy baby,
Now I gotta go,
You were so freaky, lady,
But you're just another ho,
Thanks for the pussy baby,
Now I gotta go,
You were so freaky lady,
But you're just another ho,

(I really ain't too much for that singing shit but uh)

(Grab up on that little biscuit)

Everytime I see your face,

(Balls deep in your little cookie)

I just bust a nut,

(Pussy looks like velvet with peaches and cream on top)

It ain't nothing to me baby, lemme,

(Put that panties to the side)

Grab up on that butt,

(That's how we do, I can't sing for shit,
but I'll pull your bitch, wha? I will pull your bitch, beleive that)

Thanks for the pussy baby,
Now I gotta go,
You were so freaky, lady,
But you're just another ho,
Thanks for the pussy baby,
Now I gotta go,
You were so freaky lady,
But you're just another ho,

Fuck you bitch,
Gonna suck this dick,
Have you ever, ever, been fucked, like a whore,

(Give me a lap dance, shit)

(Yeah, I'm talkin' about Balls Deep,
pummel, fuckin', and pluggin' that pussy.
Yeah I said pussy, do you like it better when I say cunt?
Does that sound good to your little bitchtified ears?
Or maybe I could just call it....you're pink....cookie,
Would you like me to nibble on your cookie?
Oh yeah....I like when you touch my nipples...)

You're a fuckin' pervert!

Hey man,
I just got my dick in my hand,

What the fuck is wrong with you? You're a fuckin' pervert!

Hey man,
It's hard,
Don't run away!

Thanks for that pussy!
Your a PIG!
You dirty,
Dirty, dirty,
Lil' girl,

(Do you like it when I teabag your nose like that?)

Alright,
You gotta drag your balls across her bitch ass lips,
Go ahead an' stick em' in,
And tell her,
SUCK THIS DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!
Bitch!

**Muffled talking**

Oh shit,
Oh whattup y'all,
This is Blaze Ya Dead motherfuckin' Homie mothafacko!
Oh wassup Blair?
Umm, this next track you're about to hear is called "Cnt",
Now it's gonna mean something different to each
and everyone of y'all Juggalos and Juggalettes listenin' right now,
But pay attention to the lyrics,
And put it on!

. . .


I can't figure out, figure out, what it is, what it is, where it is, where it is, I can't (2x)

Woke up in a daze off a half hour's sleep
With the drool on the pillow and my dick stuck to my bedsheet
Thinking, how am I gonna change the world today
I'm staring at the roaches sitting in the ashtray
Giving up ain't the way, I can guarantee
If you apply yourself to life like silly putty
Everybody, even if you ugly (huh?!)

You got a chance in this mutherfucker to be somebody
Don't let nobody stand in the way of what you want
And stop believing all the lies and the shit you've been taught
Even if you try, you can say you did
Instead of living your life always wondering what would happen
You can be the captain of your own enterprise - USS Realize
It's up to you, to make the change but you don't
And I can't figure out why you won't

I can't figure out, figure out, what it is, what it is, where it is, where it is, I can't (2x)

Can you help me now?
I'm sitting down and everybody with me is standing and looking around
I blacked out for a second and some really weird shit just happened, it was like a camera flashing
In my mind there's some really strange shit going on
But I just go with it, hope nobody notices it
I'm cool with everybody, everbody's cool with me
But if I don't know ya, I don't wanna know ya, that's cool just let it be

Infatuated with axes and sharp knives, decapitated from the infection of long lives, somebody better tell me what the problem is, fucking shut your mouth, and just tell us how to start the shit
Put me in the dark ?? and give the underground a purpose and start a moshpit right in the mall, and beat the shit outta each other til the last one falls

I can't figure out, figure out, what it is, what it is, where it is, where it is, I can't (2x)

Raise around the world that rotates
Cause we living everyday in growing and changing fate.
And I don't recognize or comprehend the word quit
Because it's not in my vocabulary, I don't understand that shit
And even if it all went bad
We will pick up the pieces and continue the way we always had
Cause life is a situation test
Whether you pass or fail, gotta always do your best
My momma told me I'm a half a buck short
And my pops is the reason I'm addicted to Newports
Sitting on the dock of the bay
I'm watching time pass by, cause today's tomorrow's yesterday
Get up, get out, get right, get tight
The weed lights, hand it to the left homie all night
I ain't the right, I ain't the wrong, I ain't the way out
I'm just escaping from this realistic playground

I can't figure out, figure out, what it is, what it is, where it is, where it is, I can't (2x)

. . .


All obsessed with the taste of flesh...
(same thing said backwards)
All obsessed with the taste of flesh...
(same thing said backwards)

Even though you think your alone their always everywhere
(pushing me, pulling me, helpin me, guidin me)
I must be insaaannne, no their always everywhere
(guidin me, helping me, pullin me, pushin me)
futher everyday yeahhhhh their always everywhere

would you feel like
(your left alone)
would you get high
(and try to find a zone)
its alright
(your not alone)
dont even cry
(because your not alone)

every time i look around they're always there trying (same thing
backwards) to talk to me. im scared.

("all obsessed with the taste of flesh..." backwards)

Even though you think your alone their always everywhere
(pushing me, pulling me, helpin me, guidin me)
I must be insaaan, no their always everywhere
(guidin me, helping me, pullin me, pushin me)
futher everyday yeahhhhh their always everywhere

sleeping to dream
(it feels like home)
come to sleep here
(still we're not alone)
my soul is mine
(thats all i own)
dont want to wait
(dont wanna be alone...)

give me a transplant. give me, give me (same thing backwards)
your face right now, just to see through your eyes right now.

("all obsessed with the taste of flesh..." backwards)

Even though you think your alone their always everywhere
(pushing me, pulling me, helpin me, guidin me)
I must be insaaane, no their always everywhere
(guidin me, helping me, pullin me, pushin me)
futher everyday yeahhhhh their always everywhere

and you dont give a shit
(I'm seein them every day)
if they were here with you now
(and not so far away)
but now they live in a realm
(where everything is black)
and when your gone your gone
(their never comin BAAAAAAACK!!!!!)

Even though you think your alone their always everywhere
(pushing me, pulling me, helpin me, guidin me)
I must be insaaannneee, no their always everywhere
(guidin me, helping me, pullin me, pushin me)
futher everyday yeahhhhh their always everywhere

. . .


We havnt come to the end of our journey
This is just the beginning
The beginning of what you ask?
The beginning of Forever
Through the eyes of many we are judged daily
and although their hatred for use may seem great
it will never surpass the love we pledge to each and every one of yall

show me the reazon why...
(we do the things that we do)
show me the reazon why...
(take a chance with me I wont let you down)
show me the reazon why...
(we represent the underground always have always will now)
show me the reazon why...
(take a chance with me I wont let you down)

your the reazon why i can express myself freely
and give the finger to those who try hate but wanna be me
your the reazon why i wont do 20 to life
you shead some light up on the might be able to
change the world for all of us
your the reazon why my heart is still pumpin
and i aint out on the corner dumpin or shootin somthin
your the reazon why we representin the twiztid sound
fuck the mainstream, the life fo' me is the underground
your the reazon why the hotlines are updated
and the website is always bein upgraded
your the reazon why im glad to be a juggalo
to bring the wicked shit to every town where everybody go
your the reazon i can kiss the clouds
and walk through the curtain and captivate the whole crowd
your the reazon ive existed all along
your the reazon for this song...

show me the reazon why...
(we do the things that we do)
show me the reazon why...
(take a chance with me I wont let you down)
show me the reazon why...
(we represent the underground always have always will now)
show me the reazon why...
(take a chance with me I wont let you down)

your the reazon why i get no sleep
sometimes its just a couple days
other times its weeks and weeks
your the reazon why i still got heart
for my los and lettes
and BIG KIDS for the most part
your the reazon why the season never change
if we face our problems together
we all can re-arrange and stand strong
yours the reazon why we been here so long
and representin you for the beats that we flow on
your the reason why we do whut we do
if you see use puttin it down we representin' you
your the reazon why i want to cry
ya see we love ya muhfuckas so much we dedicate our lives
family, unity, wit' diversity and individuality so fuck popularity
your the reazon why we sing this song
and stay high till the break of dawn
hit the bong and come along

show me the reazon why...
(we do the things that we do)
show me the reazon why...
(take a chance with me I wont let you down)
show me the reazon why...
(we represent the underground always have always will now)
show me the reazon why...
(take a chance with me I wont let you down)

Your the reazon why I can walk on top of water
and represent your sons and daughters
your the reazon why I float below the ground
and when the lights go out im still alright
cuz im livin off of sound
your the reazon why I put my life into this shit
I swear to god if you dont feel me im just as real as counterfiet
your the reazon why ive been chosen, selected
with the juggalos im connected

your the reazon why I stop to give a dap,
shake a hand an' hug the honeys
and tag a twiztid autograph
your the reazon why crows fly
your the reazon we scream Die MuthaFucka Die to the outside
and everybody who aint reppin' this
your the reazon why the Carnival is blessin' this
your the reazon why i act like a ninjalo
your the reazon why muthafacko but i think ya know

show me the reazon why...
(we do the things that we do)
show me the reazon why...
(take a chance with me I wont let you down)
show me the reazon why...
(we represent the underground always have always will now)
show me the reazon why...
(take a chance with me I wont let you down)

I wont let you down...
I wont let you down...
I wont let you down...
I wont let you down...

show me the reazon why...
(we do the things that we do)
show me the reazon why...
(take a chance with me I wont let you down)
show me the reazon why...
(we represent the underground always have always will now)
show me the reazon why...
(take a chance with me I wont let you down)

show me the reazon why...
(we do the things that we do)
show me the reazon why...
(take a chance with me I wont let you down)
show me the reazon why...
(we represent the underground always have always will now)
show me the reazon why...
(take a chance with me I wont let you down)

Its coming...
Its coming...
Its coming...
Its coming...
Its coming...
*backwards message*

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