sorry yall
That's the shit.
Twiztid
Twiztid we give it up wig splits
Wig splits
Wig splits
Twiztid's givin wig splits
(Monoxide)
We cracked your head in half
And what shit funny but we laugh
Twiztid running this bitch for nine dash
A car crash is no equivalent
We far from innocent
Crossing the valley and we gets ignorant.
Acting belligerent on the daily
Hoping that somebody insult 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 West side way too pissed
Because it's East side niggas talking hardcore shit
Enough to get the North side 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, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, 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'd be 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, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
(Monoxide)
My life is tearin to pieces
Fuck you I hope you die
In the casket where I lie
And burn 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 ya 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, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, 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...
(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
I mean what do you got going on there that's so good?
(Violent J)
Man, it ain't always all good at home but the few days it is makes it all worth while.
It's all about time and chance it's gotta be
You got trailer park moms winning powerball lottery
And if a little girl gets stuck in a well
You got the whole world feeling the hell
And trying to help, we got good intentions, maybe bad ideas
Like fucking fine nedens laced with ghonerea
But the adventure is real and ain't nobody alone
Especially me, so come the fuck on, let's get home
I got bitches to fuck we being rich as
Truck at the Mexican festival hitting switches
The bed be elevating, no hating
Only congratulating, and the hoes steady tail gating
With their neden holes waiting
On datons, man that truck was so tight,
That's why I'm trying to go back sometimes it be alright
And the rest of the bullshit, I can walk right through
I'm tryna see a wheel chair, a hot nurse, at a 100 and 2 years old
(Monoxide, Jamie, Blaze)
And the tree
And the herb
And the smoke
And the ganj
(Violent J)
The tree is all right
(Chorus)
It ain't much going on but that's where I belong
Because some of them days be shiny diamonds, (sometimes)
And it can't be wrong, because some of them nights the moon be shining, (sometimes)
Like a world of gold, so much unexplored
And I be climbing, homies rhyming, heaven
I'm in, people can do they thing
(Bridge)
And mine is singing, (singing) I'm singing...
Like Michael Jackson yall
I said I'm singing, (singing) I'm singing...
With out the little boys and the plastic nose...
We kick the wicked shit in packed ass clubs
We scrubs, your everyday Joe's, Mike's, and Tom Dub's
But that's are thing and we love that shit
And people sick, thinking wicked shit gone quit
Tell me why do stress be, L I F E
Everyday's a new adventure for the fella's with me
We only got so long I'm tryna get out and see
I'm tryna get out and be, who tryna do it like me
You might see from above, you might fall in love,
You might get your dick sucked from the back like what
You might discover your nitch, and look you ain't a bitch
All this just days after you was gone quit
I ain't on some mother you whack mother fucker
This shit for juggalos, we talking to each other
Not them other hoes, we shudder those hoes to back rows
And crack those Faygo's and the place explodes
(Monoxide, Jamie, Blaze)
And the cush
And the green
And the sass
And the dro
(Violent J)
The cush is all right,
(Chorus)
It ain't much going on but that's where I belong
Because some of them days be shiny diamonds, (sometimes)
And it can't be wrong, because some of them nights the moon be shining, (sometimes)
Like a world of gold, so much unexplored
And I be climbing, homies rhyming, heaven
I'm in, people can do they thing
(Bridge)
And mine is singing, (singing) I'm singing...
Like Eddie Vedder only better...
I said I'm singing, (singing) I'm fucking singing...
And making cheddar somehow and smoking shredder somehow, wow.
(Chorus)
It ain't much going on but that's where I belong
Because some of them days be shiny diamonds, (sometimes)
And it can't be wrong, because some of them nights the moon be shining, (sometimes)
Like a world of gold, so much unexplored
And I be climbing, homies rhyming, heaven
I'm in, people can do they thing
(Bridge)
And mine is singing, (singing) I'm singing...
Like Axle Rose and them, when he was with Slash and them...
I said I'm singing, I'm (singing)...
I'm fucking singing, fucking singing, I'm fucking singing...
(Rude Boy)
"Hey what up ya'll, it's the Rude Boy. I know ya'll ain't in, but I just want let ya'll to know something man, ya'll know I love ya, ya'll know you're my homies, and uh, bye we'll talk later. Peace
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:
Let me ask you this life we live
And let me try to swerve some attention you give
To them distant ass relatives over ham dinner
If they really missed you so much, why don't they just call a (mutha fucka)?
If you wasn't blood would you still have love
Or in fact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here, but my homies are family too, 3rd cousins get outta here
Who was you with when you got tattooed?
And who was you trippin' with when you did them mushrooms?
And whothe fuck threw up all over you car and then felt worse than you about the shit in the morning?
Who loaned you money homie, who owes you cash? (WHO?)
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? (WHO?)
I don't know much, but I gotta assume
When you hit your first neden, your homies was in the other room
Chorus:
We talkin' about HOMIES HOMIES
Talkin' about those dogs of mine
Our mutha fuckin HOMIES HOMIES
We throwin' up clown love signs
Real Juggalo HOMIES HOMIES
Talkin' about those dogs of mine
homies homies
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:
Have you ever had a job that you truly despise?
Like I like don't know maybe dish washin', or fuckin' flippin' fries
And you got this boss who think he the Don Mega, because he the head manager, Chief Chilli Fry Maker
All you can vision is ya'll beating him down, your homies standin' on his back while you're kickin' his head around
But responsibility is there, I can't lie though, I'd of been plucked his fuckin' eye ball out with a chicken bone
I'm crazy as fuck, I'd rip your piercings off, and now my homies are holding me back so I don't look soft
When you snuck the car out who did you get? (WHO?)
And when you got caught, on who'd you blame the shit? (WHO?)
Who can you relax around and scratch your balls? (WHO?)
Homies, I'm talkin' about like you and yours
Chorus:
Violent J, Anybody Killa, and Juggalos: (Lavender Rain - She Loves You Real - Oshideous 2:12 - Roy Sota FX)
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Runnin' with the homies until I'm old like Grady
Jamie Madrox and Monoxide Child of Twiztid:
Me and my homies stay tight like a noose and if you step to one of us, you better step the whole crew
I never knew that I could depend, that I could have some friends, that's down to the very end
Well that's my homeboys excuse me, my family, and when we conquer the world, we mackin' on the galaxy
Cause the sky's the limit and we ain't finished, and if my homies gonna ride than you know I'm with it
Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll
Hit it and quit it then I give it to my homies ya'll
I got the world around my finger with my homies ya'll
And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call
We world wide with homies across the planet
Stickin' together like zippers on a Micheal Jackson "Beat It" jacket
They got my back like a tat, for that I love ya'll, hangin' till we old and gray like grandpas
Violent J, Anybody Killa, and the Juggalos:
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Runnin' with the homies until I'm old like Grady
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
I ain't talkin' bout my family or my mother fuckin' lady
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Swingin' hatchets on the daily with my crew actin' crazy
We ain't underground by accident
It's only a select few that can handle this
Freek shit!
Apparition of a poltergiest
Blessed with a heart but it's cold as ice
And broken twice
Now I walk with an axe
Dressed in all jet black with contacts
Straight maniac
Warlock
Sam Hain of Salem's Lot
Sand through the hour glass
Tickin' of the clock
If you don't know by now it's too late
We the most serious things on the market since date rape
We the dead, we don't explain or feel pain, bezerko
Keep it underground and maintain
Bitch you better check nuts
I'm doin' voodoo, leave ya '66 for 6 months
Ridin' in a dipped out hearse with gold spokes
Puffin' on a two ton blunt with dead folks
And it's like that
Axe murderers!!
We don't die!!
Serial killas!!
We don't die!!
Freeks of the night!!
We don't die!!
We get high!!
We don't die!!
Comin' up outta the ground from the underground tunnel I dug
To keep away from the mainstream love
I just want somebody to move and get hurt
Got your hole dug deep in the dirt
Can't work
With you bitch muthafuckas makin' love to the press
With a bitch name tatted on your chest
Me and mufuckin' Madrox
Hauntin' the joint
Bringin' death to the people that don't get the point
We don't die....
Uh-huh, we unreal
Just like a seven dollar bill
Voice my opinion regardless of how you feel
Freek shit!!
It ain't about being rich
It's about juggalos and runnin' with lunatics
As long as y'all rock this we won't quit
We do it all for y'all...I mean that shit
Every one of y'all means everything to me
We bleed for y'all, that's why we call it family
Axe murderers!!
We don't die!!
Serial killas!!
We don't die!!
Freeks of the night!!
We don't die!!
We get high!!
We don't die!!
We try to explain
The element of my self inflicted pain
We're not positive and uplifting, fuck you!
Walk a mile in our shoes
Experience hard times and payin' helly dues
Freek shit!!
What I live, what I breathe
Cast out Mutant X like he's diseased
Still they try to ban our sound
Cause supposedly it be resurrectin' the dead from under hollow ground
You in the dead zone, ten points for us
You smellin' cigarette smoke right before your lungs bust
You can't trust 'em
But I can bust 'em in half
And sit back and laugh
At all the shit I did
Can you do that?
Could you school that?
Better yet
I'm the wigged out serial killa type war vet
Freek show!!
Different than the rest
But I love it though
Put you to the test
Axe murderers!!
We don't die!!
Serial killas!!
We don't die!!
Freeks of the night!!
We don't die!!
We get high!!
We don't die!!
Axe murderers!!
We don't die!!
Serial killas!!
We don't die!!
Freeks of the night!!
We don't die!!
We get high!!
We don't die!!
Axe murderers!!
We don't die!!
Serial killas!!
We don't die!!
Freeks of the night!!
We don't die!!
We get high!!
We don't die!!
Axe murderers!!
We don't die!!
Serial killas!!
We don't die!!
Freeks of the night!!
We don't die!!
We get high!!
We don't die!!
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