1 - Twiztid (Intro ) 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 2 - Whatthefuck? (Extra Crispy Mix) (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! 3 - I Could (Madrox) 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 4 - Ain't A Damn Thang Changed (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 5 - Bad Dream (Jamie Madrox) 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 6 - Somebody Dissin' You (Hektik) They call me Hektik 'Cause the way the pain is interjected You talk shit, you gon' 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 Leavin' 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, hopin' that 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'll slit necks just because Catchin' a 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 (Chorus) 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' (Big Blaze) Big Blaze from the I.S.I. Superstars Underrated From the B.K.I. Big Kids Incorporated Who faded? You think I'm touched by that shittalk ways Knew you back in the day Homie, you ain't changed You still a bitch...how many times can you switch your format? Wonder why you under everybody like a doormat Talk that shit, cuz (yup!) Rap that shit, cuz (yup!!) Produce that shit, cuz (yup!!!) But you ain't shit, cuz (Yup!!!!) And even if you sucked my nuts, you can't play I still wouldn't give yo' ass the time of day You just a punk, you need to raise up off me partna Your shit is sloppy, we be Benz and you jalopy Duck the fuck out 'fo I kick ya ass Next time you see a nigga, just ride on past Heavyweight like all of the company I keep We be deep and real niggaz don't sleep That shit about my man's just not true, ho Just take that drum machine and shove it all up in ya asshole Quick to go down nigga, Puffy-gold imposter Back that ass from a rock 'cause you's a busta (Chorus) 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) As we 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 'Fore 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 three niggas in college with tuition Take a listen I drop knowledge like a teacher An ill preacher Preaching a sermon Are they learnin' How to sing along With the dead man's song He's got an X in his head so I know which side he's on And brain dead people always say, "right on!" They got ten on the weed cause we all high arms We let bygones be bygones and then dismiss Y'all wack ass bitches in the abyss Fuck a 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 (Chorus) 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' 7 - Blam! (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) 8 - Something Weird Are you enjoying that? Just shut the fuck up and sit and watch! (Jamie Madrox) 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!!) (Mr. Bones) 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 (Mr. Bones) 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!!) 9 - Meat Cleaver (feat. ICP and Myzery) 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 collapse 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 invasion 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 los 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 homey's 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 10 - Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Bones Perhaps we can make a deal.... (Jamie Madrox) 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 11 - Renditions of Reality (Jamie Madrox) 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 shafty 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 bestowed to 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 (Chorus 2x) My renditions of reality Bad or Good Wrong or right Believe in me and I'll believe in you and everything's tight Reality is just a fragment inside my soul My eyes are closed, head spinning and I don't know (Monoxide Child) 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 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 (Chorus 2x) My renditions of reality Bad or Good Wrong or right Believe in me and I'll believe in you and everything's tight Reality is just a fragment inside my soul My eyes are closed, head spinning and I don't know (Jamie Madrox) 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 (Monoxide Child) 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 And 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? (Chorus 2x) My renditions of reality Bad or Good Wrong or right Believe in me and I'll believe in you and everything's tight Reality is just a fragment inside my soul My eyes are closed, head spinning and I don't know I don't know, and I don't know... 12 - Put It Down 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)