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[Verse 1: Madrox]
E town with it, turn to the
With that east side repping ready for the
Checking all the tires, all white and
With the Twiztid embroidered on the back
Guess who's back, yep, the tray side
And we put it down for and ready 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 is waiting for you to fall
Now we design and dominate that's mans natural instinct
And put it on the line reputations and pink slips
We got the music, let it do it do
And this stress carrying the world, we gonna carry too
We bury them fools and the rest in a cloak
At night we gonna strike like parasites

x2]
Now don't y'all, not for one
Think I just BUST YO' HEAD OPEN
Give me a to leave you breathing
a point blank message to all the non-believers

[Verse 2: Monoxide
O six Caddy, brand new
eight grams in twenty little baggies
Got a little something in the back of my
I'm always getting threats they wanting to kidnap me
Flames burning and the hatred's back
I got the chainsaw revving and bloodstains to
I got you nervous like a reverend who got in the act
And you react like you did when he got whacked the ax
and medicated
I'm only this psycho game from the people who never made it
I'll be if I bow out now Jack
I a portion of people who on the real they won't allow that
They got us tatted on their neck, breast, and head
And undress the dead, said
We got a on your planet earth
You got a rack of bootlegged shirts, the truth hurts

x2]

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