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| Song: | Meat Cleaver |
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| Year: | | Length: | 275 sec |
Lyrics:
Yeah (Ah, hell yeah) Lemme know (What's that?) Myzery (Word up) Twiztid (Yeah) And the Insane Clown Posse (Know what I'm sayin'?) Formin' a fifty-foot Voltron on your ass (On that bitch ass) (See what I'm sayin'? Psychopathic style, nigga) Your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with this (What you gonna do?) Run that shit (Yeah)
I'm rollin' with the Psychopathic, make a move and shit get drastic Leavin' motherfuckers in caskets or wrapped in Reynolds plastic 'Cause we psychosomatic and schizophrenic lunatics Holdin' my balls we know which engulfs the tip of my dick We real, sick bitch, run and tell a friend Twiztid, end of the beginning becomes 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 fifth Beatle , rockin' Toledo like a trooper, what? Leavin' your conscience in a stupor, What? Fuck a Smith & Wesson, I can grab the Ruger, what? And right before I shoot ya, I snap your back like I was Lex Luger Chronic weed abuser (Woo!) 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 their town like Super Balls (Whoop Whoop!) I roll with Bones and it's on like that, makin' suckers spasm So hard they lungs collapse, Twiztid's the sound Somethin' 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!) Boricua, Myzery, para la isla (Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!) Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse (Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!) Psychopathic
Straight rom the NY, the red-eyed invasion Minority and Jumpsteady plotting retaliation Suffocated dirty cats, player hatin', Gats we packin' Skullies and army jackets, headed out of Psychopathic I got a plan, so stack the ammo in the trunk The word is that downtown we don't front, spark the blunt Give 'em what they want, Psycho thugs, loaded slugs Loco en la cabeza, getaway rides, para mi caco , and without muchacho estoy borracho, My shit is jammed 'fore you planned, body's wounded badly Move quick or Paul will bag me, bein' chased down this dark alley I'm wounded as Minority hollerin', 'acaba' Pulled out my blade, carved it in him like a manzana Go back to the ride, floor it, corpses, no remorses 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!) Boricua, Myzery, para la isla (Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!) Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse (Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!) Psychopathic
Myzery (If I smell gun powder, ) And Twiztid (I smell ) And those loco Insane Clown Posse (If I smell raisins, ) Psychopathic Records ( lemons ) 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 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 homie's 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 ten 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 (Woo!) But I ain't no wrestler (Wrestler) I'm a serial murderous killa molester (Nah) 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!) Boricua, Myzery, para la isla (Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!) Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse (Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!) Psychopathic
Psychopathic Psychopathic Psychopathic Psychopathic
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