1 - Wigsplit (Jalepeno & Nacho Dip Mix) (Monoxide Child) We cracked your head in half N werent shit funny but we laugh Twiztid running this bitch for nine dash A car crash is no equivalent We far from innocent Crossing the family and we gets ignorant Acting belligerent on the daily Hoping that somebody can save 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'm sleeping Everybody constantly creeping Feeling so weak and I can't see em My conscience keep leaving me Falling in and out Waking up in puddles of sweat and cottonmouth Them down south niggas don't know about this And niggas on the westside way to pissed Because it's eastside niggas talking hardcore shit Enough to get the northside hit We legit like a mothafucka 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? (Chorus) Die mothafucka die (Die mothafucka die mothafucka die) Die mothafucka die (Die mothafucka die mothafucka die) Die mothafucka die (Die mothafucka die mothafucka die) Die mothafucka die (Die mothafucka die mothafucka die) (Jamie Madrox) 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 to 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's 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 donut in their mouth and a badge in they ass Because the pigs don't get no class They get their wigs spilt (Chorus) Die mothafucka die (Die mothafucka die mothafucka die) Die mothafucka die (Die mothafucka die mothafucka die) Die mothafucka die (Die mothafucka die mothafucka die) Die mothafucka die (Die mothafucka die mothafucka die) (Monoxide Child) My life is torn into pieces Fuck you I hope you die In the casket where I lie Embalm 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 (Jamie Madrox) 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 shooken 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 (Chorus) Die mothafucka die (Die mothafucka die mothafucka die) Die mothafucka die (Die mothafucka die mothafucka die) Die mothafucka die (Die mothafucka die mothafucka die) Die mothafucka die (Die mothafucka die mothafucka die) Mothafucka DIE Mothafucka DIE Mothafucka DIE Mothafucka DIE Forget you MOTHAFUCKA!! 2 - Superstar "Whassup, man?" "What up?" "Can you believe I went in this mothafucking place and this, this arrogant son of a bitch behind the counter had the nerve to call me a fucking superstar" "Rock star" "No, I, no, a superstar, a rock star none the less, but a superstar, yes, no, and, and what I don't understand is how the fuck am I a superstar? How are you a superstar? We don't got a fucking video on MTV" "No!" "I got one car! And it's got a flat tire and a fucking broken rear view mirror" "I got two cars" "You got two cars?" "But still..." "You might be a superstar" "No" "I seen you flying around the hood" "No!" "You might be a superstar" "Never!" "Ok, well look, so I don't understand that shit, basically that shit ain't shit to me, I ain't a mothafucking.." "You might be a rock star. Ya know, maybe a rock star" "You could be a rock star. With a little bit of effort and a video. I can work you into some A&R. I can get you on the radio, you, my friend, can be a rock star" "Nice" "Warped Tour, baby" (Chorus) Superstar, you ain't shit Superstar, you ain't shit Everybody come on Superstar, you ain't shit Superstar, you ain't shit (Say what?) Superstar, you ain't shit Superstar, you ain't shit Everybody come on Superstar, you ain't shit Superstar, you ain't shit Don't let it go to your head (Monoxide Child) I'm rocking a phat ass mink, and some chipped sunglasses So sweet and sticky they call me Lil' Molasses Don't let it fool you though, I'm a neck slitter Chest hair permed, all covered in glitter I got bitches falling out of my pockets at all times Lying on me, spreading these rumors, to all kinds Hating on me, leaving these people with false lines Bitch, you must be out your goddamn mind Understand I'm the mothafucking shit, bitch And you ain't got to say it, I can see it on your lips, please Put my dick on a hot dog bun and put that in your mouth And keep my name off your tongue, hoe (BIATCH!) Pink fun in that Twiztid thong I got my homie in the car waiting all night long I ain't shit (Yeah) You can let the whole world know The only way I gets some pussy's if the bitch is a hoe (Eat a dick) (Chorus) Superstar, you ain't shit Superstar, you ain't shit Everybody come on Superstar, you ain't shit Superstar, you ain't shit (Say what?) Superstar, you ain't shit Superstar, you ain't shit Everybody come on Superstar, you ain't shit Superstar, you ain't shit Don't let it go to your head (Jamie Madrox) Superstar with the boots and a big old dick Neck, chest, and dick tip covered in lipstick Rhinestone sunglasses Nipples tells us about them tender young asses And fucking in a casket We like ass with bounce to the ounce All you lame hoes go and ask your friends what I'm talking about Light built, with dollor bills Got a chauffer with a limo I ain't never touch a steering wheel Besides I'm to fine to drive And after the show it's about getting high Let's talk about you for a second Then lets talk about me for an hour and a half Oh yeah, here go that autograph you asking about Don't forget to flash your titties on the way out See, I'm a superstar, hell I'm on my own dick Even though I ain't shit And everybody know it (Chorus 2x) Superstar, you ain't shit Superstar, you ain't shit Everybody come on Superstar, you ain't shit Superstar, you ain't shit (Say what?) Superstar, you ain't shit Superstar, you ain't shit Everybody come on Superstar, you ain't shit Superstar, you ain't shit Don't let it go to your head 3 - Gravy Boatz (Chorus x3) Mashed potatos, we're unable to row, riding on a gravy boat Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh gravy boat! (Jamie Madrox) We run shit like constipation on Ex-Lax All up in your pocket like Uncle Sam and the income tax Can you relax when shit is run a mile a minute? Play the industry like pussy, grab your dick and get up in it (Are you in it to win it?) As we prevail, with shit so obese that it's tipping the scale I been to Hell, heavy hot mothafucka walking the Earth since child birth Never went to school, and when I did, I ate my homework Never played a fool, and if I did, I was a poser You can't blame a nerd for trying to get closer (Now I'm the poster boy!) For geeks and freaks and chainsaw murderers that seldom ever sleep They call me Stay-Puft Marshmellow Man cause I was so fat my arms looked like they were sectioned off in rubber bands Would it ever change? I prayed and hope it Throw a scoop of mash potatos, see the chorus for the gravy boat (Chorus x3) Mashed potatos, we're unable to row, riding on a gravy boat Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh gravy boat! (Monoxide Child) I'm on D! Obstruction of justice and all that Fuck the cops, where my mothafucking dogs at? Your corner boy with the teddy bear nose, and the fake ass asortment of hoes I'm changing clothes like a true scrub, maybe twice a week And smoking weed till my eyeballs bleed Once I hit the Lotto Crazy money, millions and G's, and then I split that shit on the trees Treat me like the freak I am Don't ever route me on a tour to Japan, I base it all up on my sound scan So glad you leave my tastebuds fiending, with a slow jam singing, and some fake thug clinging to ya I see the gangstas just walk on through, and ain't a mothafucking thing you can do Shit, my brain blew out on concrete, but my feet keep moving to another beat Like the Jedi Luke Skywalker (Chorus x3) Mashed potatos, we're unable to row, riding on a gravy boat Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh gravy boat! *musical interlude* (Chorus x3) Mashed potatos, we're unable to row, riding on a gravy boat Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh gravy boat! 4 - Light N' Truth (Jamie Madrox) You expect me to be young and dumb 'cause of my appearance I'm walking with the dead, and talking to the spirits Open is a ear when a nigga broadcast Hidden between the channels the remote pass You don't have to ask, I understand you're scared Sitting at the table you so eagerly prepared Are you ready? Here's the world in a nutshell Evil is everywhere, everybody got a place in Hell And Heaven's gates are tall and strong And the Father is forgiving for however you wrong If you think life is a game of chance, be prepared to throw down when it's time to dance If you're young enjoy it, cause your youth is gold Never waste time, every single day you grow old Written is a page in the Book for you And hard times and bad luck to see what you would do (Chorus) Now we look to the sky for the light and truth I'll see you again in the morning Now we look to the sky for the light and truth I'll see you again in the morning You're a machine That's not really what I mean, what I mean is if you're programmed tight ya might not malfunction Taught to be militant, given education so never be an idiot If ya never wanna be a nothing forever, ya better stop all that talk and get your shit together Ya gotta think And take into consideration all the people, all the problems that they facing You don't understand what your own life about, so how the fuck you supposed to help another mothafucka out? Ya got bills piling up a mile high, got a card in the mail says some family died And now you're stressed Pressure is a bitch, you can go on like a sucker, stay and be victorious Written is a page in the Book for you And hard times and bad luck to see what you would do (Chorus) Now we look to the sky for the light and truth I'll see you again in the morning Now we look to the sky for the light and truth I'll see you again in the morning Raging is a way to escape But I remind you that when you come back it's still gonna be the same way It's up to you Now what you gonna do? You can cry to the world and tell them you played the fool, but nobody cares We all got problems of our own, man And you're so crazy that's it's hard to hold it down, and some of us break and fall apart And some of us just pause and we need to restart Thinking Process of a man to evolve and create and conquer what he can Living in a world where the elevated live well The population double daily in Hell And having all that gotta weigh the soul Gotta have a mothafucka wanna lose control Written in the Book is a page for you And hard times and bad luck to see what you would do (Chorus) Now we look to the sky for the light and truth I'll see you again in the morning Now we look to the sky for the light and truth I'll see you again in the morning 5 - Vintage Interview with the Monoxide Child