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Tytuł: Meat Cleaver

  • Wykonawca: Twiztid
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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
  Your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with this
  Run that shit
  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
  Means of 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
  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 5th 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!)
  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 (Woo Woo!)
  I roll with Bones and it's on like that
  Making suckers spasm so hard they lungs calapse
  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
  Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
  And if you missed it the name is Twiztid
  Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
  Qui qua Myzery para isla
  Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
  Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse
  Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
  Psychopatchic
  From the NY come Myzery the red eye and raging
  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 ce pasa
  Destination para mi caco pato
  There without muchacho
  Cock slowly the deracho
  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 I gaba
  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
  Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
  And if you missed it the name is Twiztid
  Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
  Qui qua Myzery para 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 the loco Insane Clown Posse (I smell raisins)
  Psychopathic Records
  Para siempre!
  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
  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 homies butt
  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!)
  But I ain't no wrestler
  I'm a serial killa murderous 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)
  The bottom line is we twisted like Sam Kinison's back
  After the car wreck
  Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
  And if you missed it the name is Twiztid
  Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
  Qui qua Myzery para isla
  Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
  Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse
  Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
  Psychopatchic
  Psychopatchic
  Psychopatchic
  Psychopatchic
  Psychopatchic