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

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

[Verse 2: Child]
O six Caddy, new daddy
Twenty grams in twenty little baggies
Got a little something in the of my jacket
Cause I'm always getting they wanting to kidnap me
Flames burning and the hatred's back
I got the revving and bloodstains to match
I got you like a reverend who got caught in the act
And you react like you did he got whacked with the ax
and medicated
I'm handed this psycho 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 allow that
got us tatted on their neck, breast, chest and head
And undress the dead, enough
We got a on your planet earth
You got a rack full of bootlegged shirts, the truth

x2]

[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Homie]
You've awoke the sleeping giant, all psycho lying
Your off blasts leave all your mama's 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 polka
No gun shots I did it all with my slugger
Another notch every time I beat a mother fucker
Stomp a mother fucker, they bodies in their back yards
heads and hands off of the corpse
The identity, I ain't trying to see no
It's on, I scatter ashes where the sun don't
And I do with only close people of mine
Cause they real you phony snitches out there dropping dimes
So me one reason to get me to squeezing on another
And I'm a haul out and start mother fuckers