Mostasteless

that's the shit
Twiztid
Twiztid we give it up wig splits
Wig splits
Wig splits
Twiztid's givin wig splits.
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?
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
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
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
Die, die
Diemuthafucka diemuthafuckadie
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
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
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...

1 - Intro

Twiztid!
(Gunshots)
Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh!
Twiztid!
(Scream)
(Chainsaw)
Ha ha ha
(Gunshots)
Twiztid!
(Gunshots)
Twiztid!
Ahhh!
(Scream/Gunshots/Chainsaw)
Ha ha ha

[chorus 1x]
How does it feel to be you?
How does it feel to feel the way you do?
Its so decessive.
And i dont care if you like or you hate me.
I know you motherfuckers bound to underrate me.

[jamie maddrox]
Lookin through the window as the moon strikes the ground.
Wind blowin into the trees makin irriating sounds.
Like the boys in the back of my head, but im immune.
To the confined, but dragulous tune.
Night grave man made ?
Childs of the night sendin shocks through your body.
Fatter than papperazzi
Speak softly or back up of me.
? before i gaze in your eyes and blow your mind.
Sickness!
What i depicted is ? and addicted.
Frequently being described as being twiztid.
Or wicked.
Predicted many sites scene happenings alikes.
Perform on a daily in disguise.
Sinister tell the minister.
To bless my soul.
Momma maybe mine broke and went outta control.
Smash the remote control.
Through television screens.
Blame it on a movie or a dream.
Its all the same.
Mind games even apologies paralyzed.
Swollen little brain mismerized.
Then he dies.
Left only in a world full of hate.
Body rots away, what is mine incubates.

[chorus 1x]

[monoxide child]
They label me a paranoid schizophrenic.
Known on this planet.
For two things, talkin shit and automatic.
Mind gets tragical a little walk 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 talkin junk.
In my ear.
But nobody else can hear.
I look around and im feelin weird.
Palms are sweaty im bout to black out.
Last chance, but nothin can stop this twiztid sprout.
Im all about, mad cussin.
Fuck you and you the red ?
Me goin mack on the school crush.
Turnin bitches to dust.
And when i recite your fucks die.
Like i'm ? the night i let your soul fly.
So high, that i never touch ground.
Make it so your bodies never found.
Another unsolved mystery.
Lookin for some nobody.
Every single night on t.v.
Tryin to get me to see.
My eyes closed and rolled back.
Holdin in thoughts deep in my mind bout a carjack.
Another great found layin in the street.
People just kept movin they feet.
Treated like a freak, so how am i suppose to act?
So when you see me mother fucker be prepared for the ax.

[chorus 1x]

[jamie maddrox]
There go a vampire hung with a 9 millameter.
Are souls are blessed by mary ? and st. peter.
It'll be the place, but i call it the host.
Am i dead or alive, or just a ghost.
??? midrange.
Two dollars and some change.
But for future insanity.
But im feelin so insane.
Got a migraine, headache.
My stomach........

(jamie madrox)
"i got another funky rhyme
Another funky funky rhyme
I got another funky rhyme
Another funky rhyme another funky funky rhyme" (twice)

"awwww shit!
Twizted!
This is my shit man!
They're finna remake the wicked shit!
Jamie spit man!"

(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
Chrome toilet, rolled blankets, and the rhombus shoes
But i ain't naggin
Here comes my people in the hoopty muffla draggin
Ain't been in the hoop ride long
And the two liter of moon mist is almost gone
Nuts are kinda anxious to drop a load
Told my man to hook me up with a chick that he know
The bitch said muthafucker pick me up at three
Can't bitch santa don't ride your street
We can meet around the corner at kfc
You can take a cab and i'll pay the fee
When she showed up damn, she was out of luck
I forgot my wallet in the glovebox on my truck
Put the tab for the cab and the dinner too
With a knot in my sock, bitch i thought ya knew
Dressed to impress chewin dyntene gum
And i was drunk as fuck and smelled like an alley bum
I'm chewin on my food like a carnivore
Dumb bitch starin at me like and eyesore
Then i plopped my face in the bowl of soup
And slurpped every last bit up through my missin tooth
The bitch jumped up faster than a race
And told me how to bow to her face
So she pickin up the tab, ya know that i'ma go for mine
Got sone shabille 54' vengence wine
And a steak well done and an order of shrimp
Jamie madrox playin the pimp...uhh
Shes back now, and her hair ain't fixed
Probably in the bathroom kickin back takin a shit
But i ain't sayin nothin though
I ain't sayin nothin bout the muthafuckin hoe
Whats up bitch? your ready to break, besides how long
Can one fat bitch take? quit snackin
And pay this shit, so we can go to your crib
And watch a horror flick, with ya daddy

"your employed?"
"uhhhhh shit, naw"

(jamie madrox)
Your daddy's pretty fresh sweetie pie
I mean him, lettin me grip his ride
Besides, he slipped me a fifty
But the again i'm kinda shifty
Now i wanna fuck so we headed to my house
Fuck sittin with you parents on the couch
Dad i got a bitch in my room and a smile
Take your ass to the bar and don't come back for awhile
A juggalo's known for smackin ho's
But i need to bust nut so i switch to the mack mode

(monoxide child)
Now laurie, 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 i'll fuck to go hit that
Come on nympho, and let me hit dat
Tell ya what, ya let me stick it
And i gotta left over piece of chicken for ya
Ya little sewer skank
(violent j)
Ya nasty little pipe smokin money hungry bitch!
(monoxide child)
That's the shit j
85 bucks an hour, you wanna play
And that was that
A little smooth talkin and she was on her back
Ya never guess what
My first day out, and i caught my nut

(jamie maddrox & monoxide child)
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 (4x)

[jamie maddrox]
When you step into reality.
Always wanna strattle me.
Player haters wanna battle me.
But i shed em' all like calories.
Prophecy preacher, lend your ear and i'll reach ya.
And if your willin to be taught imma teach ya.
I'm not a people person, truth is i cant stand to many people.
So many fake the funk, perpatrate and call me evil.
But evil is a harsh word.
Tell the mockingbird, that i said it.
A man of my word i wont regret it.
If i let it get to me like it get to them im no better.
The same message over and over what difference does it make
Player hatin is a art of a scandelous and shafty person.
Some do is so well i'll be damned if they dont rehearse it.
Disperse it to people like me and you everday.
And they expect the common man to turn his cheek and walk away.
And now i pray for a end of the madness.
No more sadness.
To all my people who preside to be the baddess.
And all that they do and say.
But oh no shadow white cloud turnin night to day.
Its so tremendous that you couldn't even walk away.
If you choose you even suppose to watch the ones you close to, now thats
Insane.
Tell me will it change im confused.
Not a thing to lose.
This shit is far from positive it saddens like booze.
Paying dues aint the only part of duties that ?
To the chosen.
Spittin lyrics in the microphone and.
Dodgin player haters till my temper hit the ceilin.
And this how they got a nigga feelin.
I done fell into reality.

[chorus 1x]
My renditions of reality.
Call it bad, call it good.
Wrong or right.
Note! believe in me.
Believe in me.
And i believe in you.
Everythings gonna be allright.

[monoxide child]
One day its goin hit me like a ton of bricks.
Im feelin so sick.
One of my dogs passed and shit.
I'm feelin like killin them all.
But whats that solve?
He's still goin be dead in the mornin.
Why take a fall?
Inside i be so mad i'm fin to burst.
Instead of chevy's, my homey's ridin in the back of a hurse.
You know whats worse.
Its to hard to coup with some days.
Murderous ways.
Leavin me shakin in the days.
Comotose, completely tore up.
Nerves be so bad i throw up.
Im bout to blow up.
In a rage, i need to talk nobody listen.
On the corner murder mindstate condition.
Overload! pull the trigger.
Stress got the best of suicide pour out some liquor.
Another great nigga that gets paid.
Diggin our grave. for senseless ways.
Keep to ourselves and stay paid.
All my dogs cant die or visit the sky.
And reminise when i'm high.
I'm never goin lie.
I got love for people, dead or alive.
We can smoke out in the ride of our memories.

[chorus 1x]
Reality is just a fragment.
Fragment inside my soul.
My eyes are closed.
My head is spinnin.
My head is spinnin.

[jamie maddrox]
This is a musical masterpiece dedicated to down riders.
Keep it in yo kliq fuck the outsiders.
People hatin on everthang and everythang's the same.
Everybody is a player and life is a silly game.
Its a damn shame.
Daddy died 11 years today.
I wonder if he know im doin straight.
Could you tell him somethin if you see my pops?
Before i do? let him know that he's remembered by my crew.
And everyday, in my mind, in my place, anytime.
Lookin in the sky for the seventh sign.

[monoxide child]
I walk around nobody know's what i do.
Chillin phaze and date raps
As my body transends through this portal of life.
Smokin blunts wrongin my rights.
I live for the night cause im meltin in light.
Completely outta site.
For facts so unknown.
So grotisque never stated on microphones.
So alone in this fucked up world, it sucks dick.
Everybody gotta problem when you cant bet.
I be the last one, more like the last dragon.
No swords to ever let this world contort.
The way your thinkin its so essential.
It gives us all the potential
To take over the world in our ?mentals?
If i cant live my life the way i wanna live my life.
Then why cant i die! why cant i die!

[chorus 1x]
My renditions of reality.
Call it bad, call it good.
Wrong or right.
Note! believe in me.
Believe in me.
And i believe in you.
Everythings gonna be alright.

(violent j)
Hound dogez muthaphucker
Get off my nizos
Get off my nutz
Get off my bitch!

Verse 1-shaggy 2 dope

Shit muthaphuckin hound doggz, what?
Swinging from my balls so hard, it's like i got a third nut
And look, i dont care who you know bitch,
Looking fine, get the fuck to the back of the line
Liar hoe, saying you mah cousin
Like my momma and your momma sister's or something
Oh yeah we down, go ahead let'em in
Blah!!!!!!!!!! knuckle hammers to the chin
Get down wit me, and ill be down back
Put my dick in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap(crack!)
Infact hoe , fuck off my bus
Ask questions like a mut but they down to fuck?(no)
You see em go ,you see em go ,you see em come again
>from my dick to twiztid's dick and then
To violent j's dick to blaze's dick, try to grope us wit they paws
Goddamn hound dogz!

Chorus
"bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay"
"hound dogz aint got shit to say"
"bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay"
"givva dog a bone, givva a dog a bone"

X2

Verse 2- jamie maddrox

What's the whole meaning of a hound dog? (what?)
Butt sniffing, dick licking, all kinds of rouges yall
Im in a club, smoking on a square
Step on out to get alil freshair
But i cant do that, i get attacked like a cardiac
People rush front ta back, like sign that
Aint nuttin wrong wit giving me props
But acting like the punk ass cops
And swinging off my nutts has gotta stop
Walk around, spreading rumors like ya know
Saying shit you heard me say to a hoe after a show
Homie, i dont play that shit one bit
Fuck around and get your head cut off like quick
Psychopathic bitch boy, peep the axe
Specializing in splitting a hound dogz' back
Plotting against the whole world of facts
So get off my dick and im out like that

Interlude

(jamie maddrox)
Alright yall
(some bitch)
Wait, commere!
Oh my god, you dont remember me?
(jamie maddrox)
Nah...
(some bitch)
I had a crush on you for like nine years
(jamie maddrox)
I dont know you fat bitch!
(some bitch)
It's me, jenny
I sat behind you in mrs. coberry's chemistry class
(jamie maddrox)
Bitch i didn't even go to school
(some bitch)
No, im saying if you were to sit there it would of been the shit
Think you could sign my shirt?

Verse 3- violent j

Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "joe bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look im a star, now all those hoes like "joe bruce ahhhh"
Im still that nerdy ass voodoo nut
Now i got hound dogz sniffing my butt
I can have a worm hanging out of my dick hole
And they be like "oh i think it's cute tho hehe"
Missed me wit all that, i aint changed any
Look at me i make big pun look skinny
Im ugly as fuck resembling a kligon
Hoes still let me get my ding-a-ling-a-swing on
What's up wit these pop kids buying my shit?
Main street groupies get off my dick
I wanna see real juggalos at shows
Fuck these backstreet richy fake hoes

Chorus x2

Verse 4-blaze

You dont even know who the fuck i am
Yet bitches like "this is fresh" goddamn!
My lips is crusty, my feets is musty
Lift up my nuttz, and my itch is dusty
I aint had pussy in eleven years
I been dead, aint nobody shedding tears (no)
Look bitch i dont give a fuck about fame
Got cock for ya bitches, cause im married to the game
Aint no change to the shit i spit
Site outlaw bitches for the days and weeks freak
I see you hating on my raiders cap
But back in the day you were all about that (sure was)
Shot that ass out back in eighty-nine
Bury revred oaks and his clock of mind
Rose from the dead wit the lotus clique
My guns played out, and i aint changing shit (nope)


Interlude

(some bitch)
Hey aren't you monoxide child?

(monoxide child)
That's right bitch

(some bitch)
Right.... the skinny one
My best friend john is supposed to be cousin's with you or something

(monoxide child)
Who?

(some bitch)
So i figure you can give me your phone number
And i can give it to him, and we all can hang out or something

(monoxide child)
Shiiiit

(some bitch)
Whateva, oh my god it's blaze
Hey dude call me!

Verse 5- monoxide child

Youse a hound dog bitch, and i smack ya face
Ridding on my dick, now how my nutz taste?
Everywhere i go somebody want an photograph
Or an autograph or can i get a tap
How'd yall get started, ya shit is really tight
And what be motivating yall to grab the pen and write
Listen hear little bitch, im the killer in disguise
Twiztid muthaphucka wit the milk white eyes
I despise how ya purpatrate like a juggalo
But you aint down, muthaphucka you a juggahoe
Hey hoe you afraid of the facts
Never packing a gat, and always seen wit an axe (jump)
Take another picture and i break ya jaw
Got an eighty pound punch for every one of yall
Muthaphuckaz wit the bitch ass hound dog face (yeah)
My ass crack's exposed, go ahead and get a taste

Chorus x2

Verse 6- violent j

Muthaphuckin hound dogz muthaphucka
I got more shit to say
Yo yo
It be the same hound dogz in differant cities
Staring at me like im a set of titties
Autographing tshirts hats and sox
And this bitch dont even know riddle box
Real juggalos dont want no picture
They just walk up like "what up ninja"
After that, they give a fuck where im heading
The're like fuck him we looking for nedden
And i dont need anymore free tattoos
Got my arms looking like motley crue's
I can be talking to the finest bitch in the land
And you run up like "hey, what up man"
That's when i slap you right on the spot
And have billy bill beat ya down in the parking lot
Do i think im better cause nedden comes easy?
For-sheze bitch
Bottom line yalls
Get off our balls
Psychopathic out like biggie-smalls

"cant fuck with dark lotus biiiiiitch!"