Luyện nghe bài hát Meat Cleaver

(What's that)
Myzery(Word up)
Twiztid(Yeah)
And the Insane Posse(Know what I'm sayin?)
Forming a 50 Voltron on your ass
Your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with
Run that
I'm rollin the Psychopathic
Make a move, and gets drastic
mutherfuckers in caskets
Or in Reynolds plastic
Cause we psychosomatic and schitzophrenic
Holding my we know
engulfs the tip of my dick
We real sick bitch, run and a friend
in at the beginning
Means of the of the end
The dealt me a healthy hand of pain and lies
And you can see the in my eyes it's no surprise
It shit bitch believe that
Suckers claiming they
can't even handle they weed tax
I leave tracks a needle
You phony as the 5th
a B on a deedle
Rockin Toledo a trooper, What?
Leaving conscience in a stuper, What?
Fuck a Smith and I can grab the luger, What?
And right before I ya
I your back like I was Lex Luger
Chronic weed (Wooooo!)
As we and enterprise music scenes
Money motivated, goal, and a
Like Martin Luther
Hesitaters while we crack their jaws
over they town like Super Balls (Woo Woo!)
I roll Bones and it's on like that
Making suckers spasm so hard they lungs
the sound
Something'that your worst nightmares couldn't fuck
to duck bitch
Cause I'm runnin' with a meat

(Chorus)
Runnin a meat cleaver, yo!
And if you it the name is Twiztid
Runnin a meat cleaver, yo!
Boriqua, Myzery, la isla
with a meat cleaver, yo!
Shaggs and J, Clown Posse
Runnin with a cleaver, yo!

(Chorus)
From the NY Myzery the red-eyed invasion
Minority and plotting retaliation
Suffocating dirty cats, hatin
we packin
Skullys and army
Headed out of
I got a plan so stack the in the trunk
The word is that down town we front
Spark the blunt, em what they want
Psycho thugs, loaded
Loco in la
Get away in ce pasa
Destination para mi pato
There muchacho
Cock the deracho
There go that long
My is jammed
For you
Body's wounded
Move quickly they bag me
Being chased down this alley
I'm a ass
hollering I gaba
I out my blade
And it in him like a mansana
Now back to the ride it corpses
No
Psychopathic and Spanish we joining forces

(Chorus)
Runnin a meat cleaver, yo!
And if you it the name is Twiztid
Runnin with a cleaver, yo!
Boriqua, Myzery, para la
Runnin with a cleaver, yo!
Shaggs and J, Insane Clown
Runnin a meat cleaver, yo!

Myzery(I gun powder)

And the Insane Clown Posse (I smell raisins)
Records
siempre!
I garlic my head hurts
Cause my brain is cursed by wizards
My turns blue and I start to shake
My tongue comes out like a

Zunga hooly goo bo
That's my Ugandan voodoo
You don't know what it
Til the next day you up
With dick in your homies butt
I grab your face, twist your neck,
And let it go (Brrrrraaah)
And then climbs up my back
And we attack and hit ya a 10 foot ninja(Ninja!)
I my face like a clown
Other times I paint it like Sting and down
The rafters up at the mall and old folks to the ropes
And chop their (Woooo!)
But I ain't no
I'm a serial murderous molester
Naww, I'm just juggalin your a bit
It's J into that shit (Yeah, fuck you)
And if you wanna get
I'll stretch your lips out and you skippy (Hehe)
The line is we twisted like Sam Kinison's back
the car wreck

(Chorus)
Runnin a meat cleaver, yo!
And if you missed it the is Twiztid
with a meat cleaver, yo!
Boriqua, Myzery, para la
with a meat cleaver, yo!
Shaggs and J, Insane Clown
Runnin a meat cleaver, yo!

(Chorus x5)