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Twiztid - 4 Thoze of U lyrics
You hear that? What? What? Woah! We off the train tracks homeboy Outta control Me and Madrox, rocking bitches, slapping the world I say some shit to make your toes curl quick, little bitch Paint a picture like Picasso, from your blood when it drips Take a sip, it makes me stronger than the stongest man And my mind takes a journey to the farthest land I'm the whole world's kryptonite I got these bitches on they knees, kissing hands, crying begging for they life I'm a put your knife to the neck (slice) Gotta go, run you just a hoe, true you ain't a juggalo (believe dat) (?) You get your head split, quick, some shit they can't stitch I'm a scrub for life, don't let the hair style (?) With a bag of weed looking to blow it Those who don't know it, I'm Monoxide, blaze up a smoke And pass that shit to your boy, and give his bitch a choke [Chorus x2] 4 thoze of u that don't know Never blow hydro Are you afraid to go where I go? Even though, call yourself a juggalo Telling everybody that you dowwwwn For thoze of u that don't know (hmm?), It's Mr. Madrox (fuck yeah!) First name, Jamie, can't nobody see me And my brother M-O-N-O one the m-i-c And basically my little brother Blaze, put it down With thug mentality (that's right) We represent the vicinity of the East (eastside!) But there'll be no love for hoes or the police (all you thugs put yo shit on!, biyatch!) What you thought it was? Bumping weak shit Need to get some hatchet in your life (Yay! Yay!) Cause you perpetrating, like we don't know Yesterday you was a hater, but today you's a juggalo (biyatch!) You just a false wearing sheep nanny ghost Trying to fall up in the flock, with that same mopey dope (mopey dope) Trying to turn you in the shot (Believe it is!) Second hand south scanned underground And plus a hundred grand So fuck a fan base, show me family faces No matter they size, shape, or races [Chorus x2] First off! (Here we go!) Who better trip and get the sawed off Pointed to the back of your head, acting like the dead Don't play, 12 shells a day Still put it down for my G's around the way (Hey! Hey!) Hey, ain't nobody try to step to Better watch your mouth homeboy, I'll powerplex you (Ow!) Into the mat, now picture that Your styles so skinny your noise is... (Hella, Hella! Phat, Phat!) Phat enough to kick it with a gang of hoodrats In the back of a chicken shack (Clucking) Move it back to your jaw like a side effect (and fuck you hoodrat hoes in the projects) Got a 12 gauge, and I'm holding it down Who wanna ride wit me, cause I'm headed eastward bound Call the T-W-I-Z-T-I-D-B-L-A-Z-E And we ride till infinity [Chorus x5] I hate everyone, I hate everyone, I hate everyone, I hate everyone. |
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