1 - Intro 2 - 2nd Hand Smoke Free your Mind (Madrox) I represent the East side, no peace Fuck the police We tell you to increase the deceased at least A grown man telling you something that he believe Practice to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve What the fuck bitch, fuck bitch Why you talking shit? Better duck bitch Before your dome get hit This shit is Twiztid deeper than that Old French braid Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick it (Monoxide) Everybody out there talking bout something What you thought you heard bitch can it, cause your fronting Dead wrong, dinner table conversations Leaving you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions Part of the contamination a Mind State Sleep in a dream, hoping it's gone when I awake Mama think I'm a flake; corn flake serial killa Fruit Loop outta my mind like Godzilla We survive like catapillers in cocoons and caskets Stretch the industry like elastic So fantastic, like the Newport cigarette that I smoke Hit the motherfucka till I choke I brag and I boast about nothing Death, dying, and hoes fucking So understand that he's saying something Never be heard I'm underground with the dirt and grime Smashing heads be my reason for rhyme I'm on time like a motherfucka Leaving you hanging in the forest Standing in some comfortable shifts like Chuck Norris Check the chorus Second hand smoke when you breath Remember what I told you always believe You relieve on the Monoxide Child and wild Travel the world on nine cloud screaming loud (Chorus) Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke (Madrox) You phony bitches wanna shut me down? Pulling plugs on the microphones Hating on the individual handle Mr.Bones Hope your speaker's ain't ohms or they dead blown If they aren't turn this motherfucka up and mash on As we blast off bitch ass niggas at fast rates Growing at a fast pace made my heart race Lookin death in the face and I don't even shudder If my woman starts cheating, motherfuck her, bitch I'm out for self Green weed, fame and wealth So take your hopes and dreams And put that shit back on the shelf Cause we rolling in a ride far from stolen Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grain motion and Taking curbs with ease, blowing trees, looking Chinese Hoping that the cops ain't tailing me Trying to violate the glass house Nigga pass the blunt before you pass out Cause now it's on, pushing hubcaps Patrolling the hood, so fuck that Heard the shit and the shit is all wack Planning the attack, cause we move when it's dark at night Believe the rumors, cause they probably all right Outta sight like concealed weapons and drug trades Barricading the door for the raid And in the shade is a sawed off double-barreled pump Looking for mothafuckas who wanna jump Cause I got 13 bullets in my pocket I'm a mad man My trigger finger turning suckers to sand (Chorus) Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke (Monoxide) Known to stroke from head trauma You can't even see the drama I get the persona from marijuana At night I lay stressed with no place to go All by my lonely screaming out fuck that show Cigarettes, blunt smoke I love the smell Player hate me cause I smoke, burn in hell This shit ain't ain't for everybody I live to sever bodies so melancholy Suicide is just a folly and I'm out (Chorus Repeats Till End) 3 - Diemuthafuckadie That's the shit. Twiztid Twiztid givin wig splits Wig splits Wig splits Twiztid's givin wig splits (Monoxide) 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 gonna 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 sleeping Everybody constantly creeping Feelin' so weak and I can't see em My conscience keep leaving me Falling in and out Waking up with bullets of sweat and cotton mouth Them down south niggas don't know about this And niggas on the Westside way too pissed Because it's Eastside niggas talking hardcore shit Enough to get the Northside hit, we the shit We legit like a muthafucka 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 muthafucka die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die muthafucka die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die muthafucka die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die muthafucka die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie (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 too 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 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 doughnut in their mouth and a badge in their ass Because the pigs don't get no class They get their wigs spilt (Chorus) Die muthafucka die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die muthafucka die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die muthafucka die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die muthafucka die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie (Monoxide) 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 (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 never shook yeah 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 muthafucka die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die muthafucka die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die muthafucka die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Die muthafucka die Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie Muthafucka die (yeah,yeah) Muthafucka die (yeah,yeah) Won't you die Mothafucka die (yeah, die) Mothafucka die (yeah, die) Forget you mothafuckas Yeah, yeah Die mothafucka Die Die... 4 - Rock the Dead Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Come on (Jamie Madrox) Space and beyond Mind dumpin in the yard I stoles your headstone from your grave plot Conscience and confused Seen tomorrows dreams on tonights news Fallin through a hole in the sky Will I die? You know the time multiplied with this life, love, and lies Steppin in the darkness Walkin through my conscience Like an android I remain heartless Underground, and mental know me well Bring it to the white lights of the depths of Hell Walk through the time flux hand and hand with clear mind Thoughts are harmonious like the rhythm of windchimes Peel back the rind and examine the fruit Rotten to the core buried in they best suits Maggots crawling on they face, Eyes sunk in they head Throw your fuckin arms off and rock the dead Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Come on (Chorus) Got me a mic and A P.A. cranked to ten And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only one that's clear is rock the dead (Monoxide Child) Screamin like AHH! I can't even take it no more Release the straps from my jacket and let me go Ill medication got my whole body shakin Making an escaping But they gonna keep on chasing I'm facing off with the world and the planet Nigga hoe Buried alive like good goddamnit It ain't a living thing It's a no fuck giving thing Bring the pain And I'ma bleed with the rain Insane when I leave this bitch I got the whole world screaming out YOU AIN'T SHIT! They'll be the wrong one's you can bet I don't know why you hide your face Cause I'm coming for your neck Get hard on the plot What you got? Should I cut your head off on the spot? A whole pile of dead bodies I'm on top Me and my man rockin the dead like UHH non-stop Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Come on (Chorus 2x) Got me a mic and A P.A. cranked to ten And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only one that's clear is rock the dead (Madrox) Think about it a hundred years from now It was all different people livin on the planet Now they dead 200 years ago it was a whole nother posse Now they dead The dead probably out number the living 10,000 to 1 A hundred years from now we'll be dead So fuck that! I'ma run with the muthafuckin dead (Monoxide) Got my vision on you point blank range Strange look coming cause I'm in all black And I'll be rockin with an axe Everyday life how I'm livin Cemetary walks, and grave diggin Sacrifice another victim You can hear me screaming through the trees and the woods Hang myself on a higher branch if I could Gotta get em out Gotta get these sick thoughts outta my head So I been rockin the dead (Madrox) Some of my best friends are dead If you're cool with Monoxide, Violent J, Shaggy, and Evil Ed Serial killas from the West and the East And all the dead muthafuckas from here to Greene street Fuck it if you're missing some limbs and patches of hair Nod your bald head and throw your nubs in the air I wanna see zombies jump and scream out loud And kill every live muthafucka in the crowd Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Take it (Chorus 2x) Got me a mic and A P.A. cranked to ten And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only one that's clear is rock the dead Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise (Rock the dead!) (Chorus 4x to fade) Got me a mic and A P.A. cranked to ten And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head But the only one that's clear is rock the dead 5 - Spin the Bottle (feat. ICP) (Jamie Madrox) Man, fuck that shit man (Shaggy 2 Dope) FUCK THAT What? (Jamie Madrox) Whats up with this bitch? She better come suck my dick or something (Shaggy) Bitch (Chorus) Whos going next? I'm dying to see Spin the bottle baby And give it to me (Monoxide Child) Its Paulie, baby Paulie With nipple licking love Sportin' cowboy boots and a florescent glove I lasso you up, and then I jump on your back I I I needs no saddle, I just sit on my nut sack (Chorus) Whos going next? I'm dying to see Spin the bottle baby And give it to me (Shaggy) Its stretch nuts up the back and I'm going get this hoe Bottle still spining and my sack about to blow Up in my pencil chipping, chick stop the fronting Lets skip the game and get down to humping (Chorus) Whos going next? I'm dying to see Spin the bottle baby And give it to me (Jamie Madrox) Its me, Jamie Madrox player extreme I tap and touch and tickle you, till you melt like Ice Cream I know you want my body, fat kids are so sexy Take off all your clothes and come over here next to me BIATCH (Chorus) Whos going next? I'm dying to see Spin the bottle baby And give it to me (Violent J) Its Violent J baby, the wizard of the street Sporting your panties, just to show you I'ma freak I'll slide in your bed, for a cotton surprise You got clown makeup smeared on your inner thighs Give it to me (Man, who the bottle pointing on?) Give it to me (Somebody better suck on my dick in this motherfucker) Give it to me (I ain't playing no more) Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me (Chorus) Whos going next? I'm dying to see Spin the bottle baby And give it to me (Monoxide Child) You can call me the plumber, cuz I snake your drain But buttermilk lovenugget, that be the name I swings to the left, cuz I'm swift with my meat and I tickle, twisty, nippy nipples off....damn (Chorus) Whos going next? I'm dying to see Spin the bottle baby And give it to me (Shaggy) Spin number 2, and my chances looking good Already hit one neden, now I'm going for her friend It don't make a difference, I really don't care The size or the shape, as long as she gots neden hair (Chorus) Whos going next? I'm dying to see Spin the bottle baby And give it to me (Jamie Madrox) All I heard was BANG BANG BANG, no I ain't tripping Pink fun so wet that my thang was slippin' But quicker than I bat my eyes, she replied "I could get better traction, if I hit it from the side" Now baby...bitch, lemme get some neden I'm trying to leave this nut stain on your momma bed (Chorus) Whos going next? I'm dying to see Spin the bottle baby And give it to me (Violent J) Its me again J!!! I would love to turn you out But, I think I'll pass, cuz your shit is blew out Just hold your shit together, or something, baby yo Or maybe you can let me holla at your booty hole Give it to me (Repeats through Madrox until Chorus) 8X (Jamie Madrox) Man, u goin suck Violent J's dick Lick Shaggy's Balls Fuck Monoxide (Chorus through Madrox) 4X and you can't even touch my butt? Bitch, I'll choke your ass Mothafucka, how many times do I not get some? I ain't get no love in this mothafucka Hey look, touch my butt Touch my butt right now I'ma pull it out You betta touch my shit Don't fuck with me girl, I know where you live Touch my butt Touch my ass right now Look its on you....ooh ooh its touching you Touch my ass Girl, you betta touch my ass 6 - Blink (Chorus 3x) Show me what lies just beyond my eyes Would you take me to the world where my spirit flies? Tell me is it really fact or a pack of lies? What's beyond my eyes? (Why don't you?) (Monoxide) When I open my eyes I see the blood on the wall Neck and back start to contract I'm bout to fall When I open my eyes I only try to hide the pain Cause legally, physically, mentally I'm insane (Madrox) When I close my eyes everything goes black My heartbeat skips rhythms like a heart attack I'm an insomniac with a nose bleed You can ask Nosferatu bitch he knows me (Monoxide) When I open my eyes I'm hoping everybody dies Mission will accomplish when the carnival arrives When I open my eyes the dead will resurrect And we gonna issue bitches with problems with slit necks (Madrox) When I close my eyes My body's paralyzed Engulfed in the swarm by the Lord of the Flies My eyes stay closed My temperature falls My bed starts shakin Blood drippin from the walls (Monoxide) When I open my eyes another day without a friend Sick and tired, crazy and bored When will it end? When I open my eyes I wish that I could glue them shut But then I couldn't see my cigarettes and I'd be fucked (Madrox) When I close my eyes I see how everybody dies Hangin from a rope All with fear in their eyes Chokin on the lies, and the blood, and sweat But don't leave now you ain't seen shit yet Why don't you? (Chorus 3x) Show me what lies just beyond my eyes Would you take me to the world where my spirit flies? Tell me is it really fact or a pack of lies? What's beyond my eyes? (Why don't you?) (Monoxide) When I open my eyes I can feel my ears bleed Nerscleve shakin my hand Wishing me Godspeed When I open my eyes I'm in a trance My only thought is rockin the dead until they dance (Madrox) When I close my eyes I see Hell turn to ice Starving little children feedin on the rats and mice My eyes stay closed Angels fall from the sky They said that it rains everytime God cries (Monoxide) When I open my eyes I see Heaven on a cloud All these people in the line but I can't hear a sound When I open my eyes I'm steady fallin outta graves Contacted by the beast of the flames and pure hate (Madrox) When I close my eyes the mirror goes black A demon crawls through And tries to kill me with an axe He chase me around the room Until I'm tired as fuck And then I fell into the corner Now I'm shit outta luck (Monoxide) When I open my eyes I'm only askin to be buried alive I can't escape the voices calling inside When I open my eyes I know I'm better off dead Still lookin for a way to cut off my own head (Madrox) When I close my eyes the Devil then appears And tells me he's been hiding in my closet for years My eyes stay closed and he rambles on And hands me the lyrics to a Dark Lotus song (Why don't you?) (Chorus Repeat until end) Show me what lies just beyond my eyes Would you take me to the world where my spirit flies? Tell me is it really fact or a pack of lies? What's beyond my eyes? (Why don't you?) Show me what's beyond my eyes (Why don't you?) Show me what's beyond my eyes (Why don't you?) Show me what's beyond my eyes (Why don't you?) Show me what's beyond my eyes (Why don't you?) 7 - How Does It Feel? "This old time radio program was originally aired live long before the advent of high fidelity as a result you may detect an occaisional surface noise or volume drop due to transmission problems so common to old radio. We hope however that any variants in audio quality will not take away from your pleasure in listening to this, one of the all time favorite...." (Chorus) How does it feel to be you How does it feel to feel the way you do It's so decisive And I don't care if you like or you hate me I know you muthafuckas probably underrate me (Jamie Madrox) Looking through your window As a thunderbolt strikes the ground Wind blowing through the trees making irritating sounds Like the voice in the back of my head but I'm immune To the confines of Dracula's tomb Ninth rate man made Nosferatu Child of the night sending shocks through your body Fatter than Pavarotti Speak softly Or back up off me Feline 'fore I gaze in your eyes and blow your mind Sickness what I depicted distorted and evicted Frequently described as being Twiztid or wicked Predicted many sights seen happening to lives Perform on the daily in disguise Sinister Tell the minister to bless my soul Momma made me mind broken and went outta control Smash the remote control through television screen Blame it on the movie or a dream, it's all the same Mind games, little prodigies paralyzed Swollen little brain mesmerized Then he dies Left alone in a world full of hate Body rots away while his mind incubates (Chorus 2x) How does it feel to be you How does it feel to feel the way you do It's so decisive And I don't care if you like or you hate me I know you muthafuckas probably underrate me (Monoxide Child) You label me a paranoid schizophrenic Known on this planet for two things Talkin shit and automatic Mind gets transferred in little walks through the woods Bury you alive if I could Mobbin' through the hood with a body in the trunk Unidentified 'cause he's known as a chump I hear him keep talking junk in my ear But nobody else can hear I look around and I'm feeling weird Palms are sweaty I'm about to black out Last chance but nothing could stop this Twiztid sprout. I'm all about mad cussing Fuck you and the red Martian Peon wrecking and skull crushing Turning bitches to dust and when I recite you folks die Like I creep in the night, I let your soul fly So high that I never touch ground Make it so your bodies never found Another Unsolved Mystery Looking for some nobody Every single night on TV Try to get me to see My eyes closed and rolled back Holdin' a thought deep in my mind about a carjack Another breakdown in the middle of the street People just kept moving they feet Treat me like a freak, so how am supposed to act So when you see me muthafucka be prepared for the axe (Chorus 2x) How does it feel to be you How does it feel to feel the way you do It's so decisive And I don't care if you like or you hate me I know you muthafuckas probably underrate me (Jamie Madrox) We're going vampire hunting with a 9 millimeter Our souls our blessed by Mary Magdalene and Saint Peter Eat a bit of flesh but I call it the host Am I dead, alive, or just a ghost Comatose midrange, 2 dollars and some change Hoping, picturing sanity but I'm feeling so insane Got a migraine headache, my stomach hurts... 8 - $85 Bucks an Hour (feat. ICP) (Violent J) Chillin at the Studio Chillin at the Studio 85 bucks an hour So hurry up and loop a beat Mike, come on! I'm Violent J, but my homies call me shithead But that's my homies To you I'm Violent J bitch I put my boys on a track even though they suck "Yo dawg I'm Dave I don't give a fuck." I did a record deal I signed a contract Technically for Island I can only rap But fuck that, with Twiztid I'ma still spit Even though I got a cold and I sound like shit What the fuck was that?! (Coughs) Fuck it, leave it in that shit was phat You heard this beat 80 times and I'ma still freak it And if you notice my shit don't even rhyme Look at that ... I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat My shit went gold I got fat knots And your still flyering parking lots You might say my vocals are up too loud So I'mma turn em up louder and I'll piss you off Psychopathic Records are geniuses Get off our penises Here comes the chorus, but I got no hook Instead I'll just fuck with the phonebook (Phone rings) Hello? Yeah uh Harry Sacks please? Who is this? Uh Harry hey this is Slim Anus down at the cannery uh, Dick Shooter left a bulletin, something about uh You filling in his slot tonight down at the uh garage We got a casement of fudge, we need as many packers that we can get uh, uh Sacks Hello? (Jamie Madrox) My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls I'm always urinating in the motel halls I got a big head that never fits a hat So you ain't seen me wearin a damn thing green bitch I'm far from rich I got a hooptie With a smash in the fender And in the back too I got a broken taillight and I'll smash you, bitch Get outta my way, we got clown luv Phat props to the lyrical Tom Dub (Monoxide Child) It's the M, O, N, O, and I can't even spell the rest It takes too long and I need a fuckin cigarette I can't hear My right ear's mad wack So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass kicking I slap hoes and call them bitches to their face And scream "Now fuck off bitch, Twiztid in the place!" So back up, recognize and check nuts Cause simply my dear, I don't give a fuck! (Phone rings) Psychopathic Yo this Mo Styles in dis piece, what's up son? Hello? Yeah, what's up son I'm lookin' for this deal you know what I'm sayin I got raps to bust for y'all Y'all ready for Mo Styles? I'm about to kick this flow You ready for this shit or what? Who is this? Word life son I'm Mo Styles I'm straight from the hood I got all my peoples on 1-800-increase-y'all We coming hard (Bring it, bring it, bring it) (Shaggy 2 Dope) My name's 2 Dope And sometimes Shaggy Sometimes Shaggs And some times Gweedy I get mad stupid I gets mad ill Locked down on all 5, fuck it I do this still Stretch my nuts back like a sling shot I plant em in your mouth Shake my hips like Elvis Wiggling my pelvis Last kid that stepped I applied the camel clutch And stretched his back like a muthafuckin bungie jump What! (Uh, uh, uh) (Violent J) I'm Violent J back to make you smile more I let my nutsack drag on the tile floor I kick free styles for miles My gold comes in piles I worked on Belle Isle I picked up deer shit and now I spit raps I snap your neck Cause my free styles are fresh. (Laughs) 9 - 1st Day Out (Jamie Madrox) I got another funky rhyme Another funky, funky rhyme I got another funky rhyme Another funky rhyme Another funky, funky rhyme. Aww shit, Twiztid (I got another funky rhyme) This is our shit man. (Another funky, funky rhyme) They're finna remake the wicked shit. (I got another funky rhyme) Jamie spit it! (Another funky rhyme, another funky, funky rhyme) (Jamie Madrox) Now they let the gates up so I bail. Six shitty months, pick me up from the county jail Smart ass mouth even though I paid my dues Full toilet, wool blankets, and the rubber shoes But I ain't naggin' Here comes my people in the hooptie muffler draggin Ain't been in the hoo-ride long And the 2 liter of Moon Mist is almost gone Nuts are kinda anxious to drop a load Told my man hook me up with a chick that he know The bitch said "Muthafucka pick me up at three" "Can't bitch, since I don't ride your street" We can eat around the corner at KFC You can take a cab and I'll pay the fee When she showed up, damn She was outta luck I forgot my wallet in the glove box of my truck With the tab from the cab, and the dinner too. With a knot in my sock, bitch I thought you knew Dressed to impress chewing Dentine gum And I was drunk as fuck and smelled like an alley bum I'm chewing on my food like a carnivore Dumb bitch staring at me like an eye sore Then I plopped my face in a bowl of soup And slurped up every last bit up through my missin' tooth The bitch jumped up faster than a race And told me had to powder her face Since she pickin up the tab You know that I'ma go for mine Garcon, Shabali '54 vintage wine And a steak well done, and an order of shrimp Jamie Madrox playin the pimp (HUNH!) She's back now and her hair ain't fixed Probably in the bathroom kickin back takin a shit But I ain't saying nothing though I ain't saying nothing 'bout the muthafucking hoe What's up, bitch? You ready to break? Besides, how long can one fat bitch take? Quit snacking and pay the shit So we can go to your crib and watch a horror flick With your daddy "You're employed?" "Awww shit...nawww" Your daddy's pretty fresh sweetie pie I mean him letting me grip his ride Besides he slipped me a fifty But then again I'm kinda shifty Now I wanna fuck so we headed to my house Fuck sitting with your parents on the couch Dad, I got a bitch in my room and I smile Take your ass to the bar and don't come back for awhile A juggalo's known for smackin hoes But I need to bust nuts so I switch to the mack mode (Monoxide Child) Now woman, you know I love you So why don't you just let me fuck you Look bitch, I know you's a freak So let me get a little kiss on my cheek And a fuck to go with that Come on nympho, and let me hit that Tell ya what you let me stick it And I gotta left over piece of chicken for ya (Ah) You little sewer skank (You nasty little pipe-smoking money hungry bitch!) That's the shit J (What?) $85 bucks an hour and you wanna play And that was that A little smooth talking and she was on her back You'll never guess what My first day out and I caught my nut (Chorus 4x) First day out and I caught my nut (What?) First day out and I caught my nut (What?) First day out and I caught my nut (What?) Well, shit bitch it's my first day out And I caught my nut (Laughs) 10 - Whatthefuck? (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! 11 - Bury Me Alive (Violent J) Music video awards Alright y'all Teen summit Check it out Just talked to Alex Warped Tour Big things goin on big things VH1 First of all I got y'all on Jenny Jones Tour with Marilyn Manson Billboard Where the credits are rolling at the end and shit Friday night videos Rolling Stone Magazine I got y'all on MTV's Rock and Jock Summertime, Spring Break, volleyball, half time tour Ricki Lake Tour with Limp Bizkit Right before Coolio dawg (Big things) Right before Coolio and right after Mase That's it right in between And uh Spin Magazine I got Blaze on that Real World cast (Channel 3) I'm still workin on y'all for Road Rules (I told you) Lollapalooza And I got y'all on the cover of Nickelodeon Magazine (Monoxide) I don't give a fuck right Dead face with the eyes white Intimidate you with my eyesight I try to hide from the ads bitch Everyday we startin static Live with the maggots Masters of the black magic My shits for killas With the Twiztid tats on they backs My shits for killas Who walk around with a axe My shits for killas Screaming I would rather die Than see you muthafuckas doin MTV live You can keep the mainstream life and all the hoes I'm steady cussin in videos for juggalos I'm underground where the dead don't sleep Keep us a secret to the world And watch the posse increase So if you feel me why don't you bury me alive (Chorus 2x) Bury me alive Run with the Psychopathic hatchet than (Hide) Bury me alive (Bury me alive) Keep it in your clique fuck the outside (Madrox) Strictly for the juggalos Bitch I thought you knew Cause we sealing up the mainstream ears with crazy glue So they can't hear a word we say We stay Twiztid speak the voodoo Them bitches wouldn't understand it anyway Walk with an axe when the sun falls Talkin through the ouiji board For predictions of the haulocaust Give a fuck less about a video or airplay We stay unedited and scream till they head break This is your shit it was made for you Don't let the radio influence you And tell you what to listen to And everyone at MTV can suck my dick Tellin me we'll be the shit If they label us a buzz clip Fuck that We deep beneath the underground We rose with the hatchet You can hear the wicked sound In your eardrums Don't let the others get a taste And if they start to bump it Go and smack them in they face And then bury me alive (Chorus) Bury me alive Run with the Psychopathic hatchet than (Hide) Bury me alive (Bury me alive) Keep it in your clique fuck the outside (Blaze) With the fury of buckshots Goddamn they ruthless Fire your buckshots Goddamn they ruthless (Monoxide) This ain't no club scene So ain't nobody dancin I only fuck with the dead And my muthafuckin advances Chances are you outta luck When you fuckin with the killas Psychopathic fuck it we be the illest Keep it the realest Like everybody else doing that I'm in the back in black Chillin with a bloody axe When we attack we have your whole crew shook You fake hoes know Twiztid wrote the goddamn book (Madrox) And I don't give a fuck Perpatrators you can suck my nuts Say you bought the album But don't know a single cut You's a bandwagon rida givin juggalos a bad name We'll fuck you up for that Bitch this ain't no fuckin game Fuck all that shit that they print bro Magazines is toilet paper Glorified for the assholes Fuck publications, syndications, music segregation 'Cause we run beneath the nation So bury me alive (Chorus) Bury me alive Run with the Psychopathic hatchet than (Hide) Bury me alive (Bury me alive) Keep it in your clique fuck the outside (Blaze) With a fury of buckshots Goddamn they ruthless With a fury of buckshots Goddamn they ruthless (Chorus 2x) Bury me alive Run with the Psychopathic hatchet than (Hide) Bury me alive (Bury me alive) Keep it in your clique fuck the outside 12 - Hound Dogs (feat. ICP and Blaze Ya Dead Homie) (Violent J) Hound doggin this muthufucka Raise up off my nizzos Get off my nuts Get off me bitch (Shaggy 2 Dope) Ah shit muthufuckin hound dogs what? Swingin from my balls so hard it's like I got a third nut And look yo I don't care who you know Bitch what the fuck Get the fuck to the back of the line Likes the hoes sayin you's my cousin Like my Mom and your Mom are sisters or sumthin Oh yeah we down go ahead let em in BAAH! knuckle hammers to the chin Be down with me and I'll be down back Put my dick in your mouth You gonna hear your neck snap (Crack) In fact, hoe, fuck out my bus Ask questions like a mutt But ain't down to fuck You see em come You see em go You see em come again From my dick to Twiztid's dick And then me To Violent J's dick To Blaze's dick Try to grope us with they paws Goddamn hound dogs (Chorus 2x) Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay (Hound dogs ain't got shit to say) Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay (Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone) (Monoxide) What's the whole meaning of a hound dog? Butt sniffin, dick lickin All kind of wrong y'all I'm in a club Smokin on a square Step on out to get a little fresh air But I can't do that I get attacked like a cardiac People rushin front to back They like sign that (Bitch) Ain't nuthin wrong with giving me props But actin like the punk ass cops The swingin off my nuts has gotta stop Walk around, spreading rumors like you know Sayin shit you heard me tell a hoe after a show Homey I don't play that shit one bit Fuck around and get your head cut off right quick Psychopathic bitch boy peep the axe Specializing in splittin the hound dog backs Plottin against the whole world of facts So get off my dick and I'm out like that Aight y'all (Jamie Madrox talking to himself as "Jenny") Wait come here Oh my God you don't remember me? No I had a crush on you for like nine years I don't know you fat bitch It's me Jenny I sat behind you in Ms. Crowberries chemistry class Bitch I ain't even go to school No I'm saying if you were to sit there It would be the shit Do you think you could sign my shirt? (Violent J) Hehehe Yeah I remember school Hoes back then was like Joe Bruce ewww Years pass by and look I'm a star Now all them hoes are like Joe Bruce ahhhh I'm still that nerdy ass voodoo nut Now I got hound dogs sniffin my butt I could have a worm hangin out of my dickhole And they'd be like "Aww I think it's cute though" Miss me with all that I ain't changed any Look at me I make Big Pun look skinny I'm ugly as fuck resembling a Klingon Hoes still let me get my ding-a-ling a swing on What up with these pop kids buyin my shit Mainstream groupies get off my dick I wanna see real juggalos at shows Fuck these backstreet richie fake hoes (Chorus 2x) Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay (Hound dogs ain't got shit to say) Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay (Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone) (Blaze) Ya don't even know who the fuck I am Yet bitches like "Who's his friend" Goddamn My lips is crusty My feets is musty Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty I ain't had pussy in eleven years (What?) I been dead (Oh) Ain't nobody sheddin tears Look bitch I don't give a fuck about fame Got cock for you bitches cause I'm married to the game Ain't no shame to the shit I speak Slap hound dog bitches in they face for weeks freak I see you hatin on my Raiders cap When back in the day you was all about that (Sure was) Shot that ass out back in '89 Perry wearin locs and this clock of mine Rose from the dead with the Lotus clique My guns played out and I ain't changin shit (Nope) (Jamie talking to Monoxide as "Jenny") Hey aren't you Monoxide child? That's right bitch Right the skinny one My best friend John Is supposed to be cousins with you or sumthin Who? So like I figured if you give me your phone number I could give it to him And maybe we could all hang out or sumthin Shiiiit Whatever Oh my God it's Blaze Hey dead homey! (Jamie Madrox) You's a hound dog bitch allow me to smack your face Ridin on my dick now how my nuts taste Everyplace that I go somebody want a photograph Or an autograph But can I get a dap How did y'all get started? Your shit is really tight And what be motivatin y'all to grab a pen and write? Listen here little bitch I'm the killer in disguise Twiztid muthafucka with them milk white eyes I despise how you perpatrate like a juggalo But you ain't down muthafucka You's a juggahoe Hey hoe, you're afraid of the facts Never packin a gat and always seen with an axe Take another picture and I'll break your jaw I got an 80 pound punch for each and every one of y'all Muthafuckas with the bitch ass hound dog face My ass cracks exposed go ahead and get a taste (Chorus 2x) Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay (Hound dogs ain't got shit to say) Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay (Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone) Hound dogs ain't got shit to say (Muthafuckin hound dog muthufucka) Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone Yo, yo it be the same hound dogs in different cities Starin at me like I'm a set of titties Autographin t-shirts, hats, and socks And this bitch don't even know Riddlebox Real juggalos don't want no picture They just walk up like "what up ninja?!!" After that they give a fuck where I'm headin' They're like fuck him we lookin for neden And I don't need anymore free tattoos Got my arms lookin like Motley Crue's I could be talkin to the finest bitch in the land And you'd run up like "hey what up man?" That's when I slap you right on the spot And have Billy Bill beat you down in the parking lot Do I think I'm better cause neden comes easy For sheesy bitch Bottom line y'alls get off our balls Psychopathic out like Biggie Smalls Dark Lotus little biatch WHUT WHUT WHUT WHUT WHUT!!! 13 - 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) Yeah!! My renditions of reality Call it bad, call it good Believe in me and I'll believe in you and everything's tight yeah!! (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) Yeah! Reality is juat a fragment A fragment inside my soul My eyes are closed My head is spinnin' 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...