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[Verse 1: Madrox]
E town it, turn to the back
that east side repping ready for the attack
Checking all the tires, all and black
With the Twiztid embroidered on the back
Guess who's back, yep, the tray side
And we put it down for life and to ride
Madrox and Monoxide, you heard
Got who were all anticipating our return
everywhere you look, it ain't looking good not at all
And everybody looking is waiting for you to
Now we design and dominate that's just mans natural
And put it on the line like reputations and pink
We got the music, let it do it do
And this stress carrying the world, we carry that too
We gonna bury them fools and the rest in a
At night we gonna strike like black

x2]
Now don't y'all, not for one
Think I won't just BUST YO' HEAD
me a reason to leave you breathing
That's a point blank message to all the

[Verse 2: Monoxide
O six Caddy, brand new
Twenty eight in twenty little baggies
Got a little in the back of my jacket
Cause I'm getting threats they wanting to kidnap me
still burning and the hatred's back
I got the chainsaw revving and to match
I got you like a reverend who got caught in the act
And you react like you did when he got with the ax
Underestimated and
I'm only handed this game from the people who never made it
be dead if I bow out now Jack
I represent a portion of people who on the real they won't that
They got us tatted on their neck, breast, and head
And undress the dead, enough
We got a mark on your earth
You got a rack full of shirts, the truth hurts

x2]

[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Homie]
You've awoke the giant, all this psycho lying
Your sawed off blasts leave all your crying
At the wake, ready to bake everybody in the row
My aim is to put relatives in a hole
Laying next to you out in one big plot
The blood clots all over your head like dots
No gun shots I did it all with my Louisville
Another notch added every time I beat a fucker
Stomp a mother fucker, drag bodies in their back yards
heads and hands off of the corpse
The identity, I ain't to see no time
It's on, I ashes where the sun don't shine
And I do dirt only close people of mine
Cause they real while you phony snitches out dropping dimes
So give me one to get me to squeezing on another
And I'm a haul out and start cracking mother