Luyện nghe bài hát Meat Cleaver

(What's that)
Myzery(Word up)
Twiztid(Yeah)
And the Clown Posse(Know what I'm sayin?)
Forming a 50 foot on your ass
Your worst couldn't fuck with this
Run shit
I'm rollin with the
Make a move, and gets drastic
mutherfuckers in caskets
Or wrapped in plastic
Cause we psychosomatic and lunatics
Holding my balls we
Which the tip of my dick
We real sick bitch, run and tell a
in at the beginning
Means of the of the end
The world dealt me a healthy of pain and lies
And you can see the hate in my it's no surprise
It ain't shit believe that
claiming they paid
They can't handle they weed tax
I tracks like a needle
You phony as the 5th
a B on a deedle
Rockin like a trooper, What?
Leaving conscience in a stuper, What?
Fuck a and Wesson I can grab the luger, What?
And before I shoot ya
I snap your back like I was Lex
weed abuser (Wooooo!)
As we capitalize and music scenes
motivated, goal, and a dream
Like Martin Luther
Hesitaters pause while we their jaws
Swooping they town like Super Balls (Woo Woo!)
I roll with Bones and it's on like
Making suckers spasm so hard they collapse
Twiztid's the
Something'that your worst nightmares couldn't with
Prepare to bitch
Cause I'm runnin' with a cleaver

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

(Chorus)
From the NY come Myzery the red-eyed
Minority and plotting retaliation
Suffocating dirty cats, player
Gats we
Skullys and jackets
out of psychopathic
I got a plan so the ammo in the trunk
The word is that down town we don't
Spark the blunt, give em what want
thugs, loaded slugs
Loco in la
Get rides in ce pasa
para mi caco pato
There muchacho
slowly the deracho
There go that acho
My is jammed
For you
Body's wounded
quickly before they bag me
Being chased this dark alley
I'm a ass
Minority I gaba
I pulled out my
And carved it in him a mansana
Now back to the ride floor it
No
Psychopathic and side we joining forces

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

Myzery(I gun powder)

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

Zunga bunga goo bo
That's my Ugandan flow
You don't what it meant
Til the day you wake up
With your in your homies butt
I grab your face, twist your neck,
And let it go (Brrrrraaah)
And Shaggy climbs up my back
And we attack and hit ya like a 10 ninja(Ninja!)
I paint my face like a
times I paint it like Sting and come down
The rafters up at the and throw old folks to the ropes
And their throats (Woooo!)
But I ain't no
I'm a serial murderous molester
Naww, I'm juggalin your balls a bit
It's J who's that shit (Yeah, fuck you)
And if you get lippy
stretch your lips out and call you skippy (Hehe)
The bottom line is we twisted like Sam Kinison's
the car wreck

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

(Chorus x5)