Luyện nghe bài hát Come Out To Play (w/Jamie Madrox)

[Anybody ]
you at mother fucker?
Heard you been shit,
But everytime I come around its you seen to forget,
Shut your you little hoe before I scalp your lip,
In words you'd be a dead little punk ass bitch,
I forget you everytime I'm pissing over your grave,
Or when I'm slanging peyote in hoods you once claimed,
Learn the tribe you're dissing cause we all ain't the same,
Tomahawk steady swinging as I'm for rain,
So come and , with me,
At least the sky turns gray,
Shooting off my like AK's ,
Amazing four colors of man,
Represent the nation,
street level,
Running course,
you shady bitches scared to come up off your porch so come and,
Hang me,
you blaming me,
Because the hydro keeps changing me.

Come and play me!
(Even if it means death)
Come and play, You me!
(My tomahawk swings to left)
You wait and see!
(I'll be a juggalo my very last breathe)
And you to see!
(These hatchet men out chests)
and play with me..

Warriors out and play,
are straight,
I'm A-B-K!
I'd rather be then fade away,
All my life I've a scrub I wouldn't change a day,
What I'm quit playing,
Imma you how its laying,
See me in the streets,
Psychopathic Chain Swaying,
Anybody Killa so it no delaying,
bodies 6 feet in the ground decaying,
When I come out with the numbers on my gun out,
The tribal war on my face will make you run out,
Bust in the sky and shoot the sun out,
And keep busting the clip every last one out,
Erasing all the drama this world brings,
Moon light bright on shattered dreams,
away from a killa,
WIth a gat feinds,
And get own fucking bullshit schemes.

Come and play me!
(Even if it means death)
Come and play, You me!
(My tomahawk swings to left)
You bitches and see!
(I'll be a juggalo till' my last breathe)
And you to see!
(These hatchet men out chests)
Come and play me..

Madrox: ]
Twiztid, Madrox, And The A-B-K,
Buying automatic from renegade and Bombay,
Fuck alize and them ass pimps,
We the in the water,
ya'll shrimps,
So you can eat my cocktail and ass,
Throw an east in the air, when we past,
fast,
You can be a with alot to say,
But you talking the door so come out and play..

Come and with me!
(Even if it means death)
Come and play, You me!
(My butcherknife swings to left)
You wait and see!
(I'll be a till' my very last breathe)
And you to see!
(These hatchet men out chests)
Come and with me..

and play with me!
(Even if it your death)
and play, You hated me!
(My tomahawk swings to left)
You bitches and see!
(I'll be a juggalo my very last breathe)
And you to see!
(These men upon out chests)
Come and play me..

These up on our chest...
These up on our chest..
These up on our chest...
hatchetmen up on our chest..

Lyrics By: Decker