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Free your mind
I represent the East side, no peace Fuck the police We tell you to increase the deceased at least A grown man tellin you something that he believe Practice to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve What the fuck bitch, chuck bitch Why you talkin 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 Everybody else real talkin bout something. What you thought you heard bitch, Can it, cause your frontin. Dead wrong. Dinner table conversations. Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions. Part of the contamination of Mind State. Sleep in a dream, hopin it's gone when I awake. Mama think I'm a play on play serial killa Fruitloop biting my mind like Godzilla We survive like catipillas 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 nothin Death, dying, and hoes fuckin So understand that he's saying something. Never be heard I'm underground with the dirt and grime Smashin heads be my reason for rhyme I'm on time like a motherfucka Leavin you hangin in the forest Standin 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. Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke You phony bitches wanna shut me down Pullin plugs on the microphones. Hatin 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 Growin at a fast pace made my heart race. Lookin death in the face and I don't even shudder. If my woman starts cheatin motherfuck her, bitch I'm out my cell Seen weed, fame and wealth So take your hopes and dreams, And put that shit back on the shelf Cause we rollin in a ride far from stolen Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grade motors and Takin curbs with ease, blowin trees, lookin Chinese Hopin that the cops ain't tailin me. Tryin to violate the glass house Nigga pass the blunt before you pass out Cause now it's on, pushin hubcaps Patrollin the hood, so fuck that. Heard the shit and the shit is all wack Plannin 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 your door for the raid And in the shade is a sawed off double-barreled pump Lookin for mothafuckas who wanna jump. Cause I got 13 bullets in my pocket I'm a mad man My trigger finger turnin suckers to sand Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Distraught 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 screamin out fuck that show Cigarettes, blunt smoke I love the smell Player hate me cause I smoke, burn in hell Cause it ain't for everybody I live to sever bodies so melancholy Suicide is just a folly and I'm out Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke (what, what) Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke (what) Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Second hand smoke, second hand smoke, What Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke (yeah) Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke (right) Free your mind Breath it in |
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In the casket
HELL YEAH! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the casket Do you want to know about the box A casket with padlocks Broken off the hinge, bitch, eat a cock Buried in the earth then forgotten about Feelin' good like a mothafucka first day out Took air in my lungs, been awhile since I did so Smoked me a blunt, fucked a hood rat ho Kill a couple niggas, smack a couple bitches Runnin' mothafuckas for the rips and they riches Ain't shit changed but the month and year Broke mothafuckas scrounging for squares and beers Pigs scatter on the street when the dead man arise Real muthafuckin' killas never gon' die In the casket HELL YEAH! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the casket Sleepin' in the casket, awoke by a strange sound Break the hinge and rise up from the cold ground I could be deamin', what the fuck is with my head 6 feet deep and I'm surrounded by the dead I hear a noise, someone's cryin' my name How should I react, am I just goin' insane? All my thug niggas hold it down on the streets And watch these muthafuckas on they grave robbin' spree Froze in my box, hearin' people chatter up above They sayin' can ya "kick the do' up?" I'm still stuck I'm dead as shit, I know where I'm at now Chillin' with the dead, one with the underground So why these niggas out fuckin' with my grave? I got a maggot face and my skin's decayed Break through the door to unlock the mystery Got my grave plot holdin' on for my eternity In the casket HELL YEAH! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the casket Doors is open, pull on up by a force Lay my body on the ground, slam the casket door Crowded by both figures And the grave diggers And the shadow of the demon gettin' bigger Comin' for my soul, surrounded me with candles Came to release me to His handles First sacrifice over to the demon That's why I'm a killa any season Watch me clueless when I was alive Happy with a muthafucka till the day I died Now they callin' me back to walk with the dead Anyone disagree catch a slug to the head A muthafucka come equipped with a shotgun And naggots on my face, so run bitch run Dead man hauntin', no time for escape When you hear the gun cock, bitch, it's too late In the casket HELL YEAH! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the casket |
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feat. Insane Clown Posse
(Violent J) Killas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch Killas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this biiiitch, blaze (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) G's up, ridin' from the cradle to the casket And beyond, recognize thug shit Poundin' out the trunk bitch Runnin' wit' a mother f**kin' hatchet you haters, you suck dick was a thug, became a G B to the L to the A, Z, E, still dead Still don't give a f**k (give a f**k) Sportin' all black kahkis with the mother f**kin' cuffs up Smokin' Hella trees, tryin' to make a couple G's So a thug can get back on his feet Mean muggin', steady thuggin' And I'm tryin' to find the hoodrat's all about f**kin' Still loked out All my dawgs from the past, dead or smoked out Still tryin' to come up on a lick for a phat ass ride So I can drop the top, and parlay through the east side Chorus(Monoxide Child) Niggas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch! x 4 (Blaze) Bitches freeze, you aint a thug or a G or a banga' You's a studio gangsta You aint about shit, scared to pull the trigga' That's what we call, a real bitch nigga' (bitch nigga') Sneekin' through the hood, throwin' up a set Hangin' out the window, yellin' idol threats Check this out, I'm a check your chin Close your mouth, 'fore I put the barrel in Dumpin' clips in yo ass is what I'm all about Straight G from the clique on a paper route Still slappin' off fake bitches with the Louiville Beat a nigga' to the pavement, another bitch killed Chorus(Monoxide Child) (Jaime Madrox) This is the battle for the planets We bring the thunder, givin' half the advantage F**k a style and a status Half of y'all hummin' off a half ass deal And got the nerve to tell a mother f**ker 'keep it real' We see through y'all fools, like cellophane on the square pack You bite our shit, you can keep it, we don't want it back We don't give a f**k, east side for life And if you aint got heart, don't expect to have your shit tight There aint no room for the hoe-hearted We give a f**k where you at, or who you wit', or how you got started F**k you and everybody in yo clique If you don't run wit' a hatchet, or claim the Psychopathic I aint got time, to say no names It's only 8 rhymes, no holla', we been in the game Besides f**k it, no speakin your name You're just a bitch in the game And y'all niggas gone' always be the same Chorus x8 *Hammer slide* |
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We be the exact opposite from you ignorant, counterfeit
Normal motherfuckers so proud of the innocents Forever in this bitch fuckin' with the dead With invisible x's in the middle of our forehead (What would you call us?) Acting like you don't know In the mist of the twiztid serial killin' juggalos We stay different I guess different Mind, think alike we the children of the night Y'all wanna fight? (That's right) Cause if it gets this way There's gonna be more feelings hurt up in here tonight That's what it is like when you fuckin' with us? And then you'll get fucked up and shit is, oh, so serious Don't even speak on us Now I know that everyone got they own personal reason for hatin' us But I don't care bitch, shut the fuck up Try strange, deranged, divine, and different <i>[x2]</i> I'm different I'm not like you I'm different I like fuckin' with voodoo I'm different I come from the darkside I'm different I've seen the dead come alive I'm treated different by the rest of the world cause of my axe The tripped out raps, and the bugged ass contacts Not normal, nothing in comparison Stop frontin' bitch, you's embarrassing' Separated from the rest at birth And the blood in my veins is cursed I'm leavin' the earth, represented by killers and juggalos And all that don't know should die like some dumb hoes My contagious mind state Spreads quicker than the cold in most states And I hope you both hate You can't stop what you can't see I'm slippin' in to your back door tyin' up your family Unexpected and unexplained I'm underground And I'm INSANE!! People really talk the talk but I'mma walk the walk And leave you thrown' in chalk, bitch <i>[x2]</i> I'm different I'm not like you I'm different I like fuckin' with voodoo I'm different I come from the darkside I'm different I've seen the dead come alive I'm different like I never existed Different like that 50 pack smokin' bud toker from twiztid I'M DIFFERENT!! Like I'm segregated Hold up, fuck that A better word is player hated Cause it's all for real And if you come with weak shit, the axe I'll wield I said, you can see it in my soul I'm different cause we twiztid for life with juggalos We walk through walls, sleep with the bats Been to heaven and hell and still can't relax (I'M DIFFERENT) At least my momma called me strange Said I would be dangerous if I was givin' a brain I'm a serial killer that's what I amounted to be And there's more than a thin line between you and me I live behind a mirror and I'm every bad dream So believe what you heard and see cause I'm different <i>[x3]</i> I'm different I'm not like you I'm different I like fuckin' with voodoo I'm different I come from the darkside I'm different I've seen the dead come alive |
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<i>[Violent J:]</i>
"And they wanted to know if I would trade 10 juggalos for a 100 main stream fans And I said I wouldn't trade 10 juggalos for a 100,000 mainstream fans 10 juggalos is priceless" <i>[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]</i> I gots love for my homies, members of the Lotus United we stand, squashing all deadly forces Been to hell, could of spent eternity there All the bad shit I've done, I should still be there Juggalos can ya feel me, feel me, worldwide, worldwide Running with the hatchet straight out the Lotus Pod Always got your back till end screaming juggalos Dark lotus, psychopathic that's the way you go <i>[Monoxide Child:]</i> So many people in the matrix die alone, hey Not me, my soul belongs to juggalos, they Keep me going when I'm down and out I pick up the phone drop them a line and here them shout Saying Twiztid is the shit, and I'm down with the clown Dark Lotus for life until I'm dead in the ground! I give a shout to all my homies and killers who get it started All my juggalos always representing for the departed <i>[Chorus:]</i> Mass murder makes me happy! Dead bodies make me happy! Say what you will of me! I'll always have juggalo family! Mass murder makes me happy! Dead bodies make me happy! Say what you will of me! I'll always have juggalo family! <i>[Shaggy 2 Dope:]</i> 6 individuals pedals fall from 1 stem Who try to run away and not follow any trends, with no friends Cause we ascend from the same dirt, filth, grit, and grime Make your mind, juggalo minds to crush mainstream shines Whats yours is mine it was mines is yours Let the wagons of the Dark Carnival show you different worlds Any hoes front a juggalos or the hatchet Tell them to come suck on your dick, bitch, we psychopathic! <i>[Jamie Madrox:]</i> All my life I've been living it all alone I'm like a king with no people and no crown or a throne And what I'm speaking on is what I'm feeling like Do you know what it's like to feel the warmth of the sunlight I'd really like to know cause I've been chilling in the dark For so many years that I question love in my heart And I hate everyone, and I hate everything Except for all the juggalos and the love that they bring! <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[AnyBody Killa]</i> Let me get yo ear Imma make myself clear! Its the "L" family juggalos rightchere! You can take away my mic! You can take away this life! But the love that we got it aint never gonna stop! We eternal past this earth and bullshit! Whoop! Dogs on another level can you feel this! Its Twizted Blazed and ICP and if you fuckin with my dogs boy you D-I-E <i>[Violent J:]</i> If it wasn't for Shaggy my shirt would still be baggy I wouldn't be fat, I'd still be hungry and crabby We used to buy our own records at the stores So they would think it's a hot seller, and order more But we built a team of same killers with the same dream But we couldn't reach the top, we'd stay B level like Charlie Sheen We finally realized we will always have the juggalos I'll never give another second, to the mother hoes! <i>[Chorus x3]</i> Lotus!!! Lotus!!! Lotus!!! Lotus!!! Lotus!!! "And they wanted to know if I would trade 10 juggalos for a 100 main stream fans And I said I wouldn't trade 10 juggalos for a 100,000 mainstream fans 10 juggalos is priceless" <i>[Chorus x2 repeats and fades out until song ends]</i> |
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