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 foot Voltron on ass
Your worst nightmares fuck with this
Run shit
I'm with the Psychopathic
Make a move, and gets drastic
Leavin mutherfuckers in
Or wrapped in Reynolds
Cause we and schitzophrenic lunatics
my balls we know
Which engulfs the tip of my
We real sick bitch, run and a friend
Twiztid in at the
Means of the of the end
The world dealt me a healthy hand of and lies
And you can see the hate in my it's no surprise
It ain't shit bitch that
Suckers they paid
can't even handle they weed tax
I leave tracks like a
You phony as the 5th
Fuck a B on a
Rockin like a trooper, What?
Leaving conscience in a stuper, What?
Fuck a Smith and I can grab the luger, What?
And right I shoot ya
I snap your like I was Lex Luger
weed abuser (Wooooo!)
As we capitalize and music scenes
Money motivated, goal, and a
Martin Luther King
Hesitaters pause we crack their jaws
Swooping they town like Super Balls (Woo Woo!)
I with Bones and it's on like that
Making suckers spasm so they lungs collapse
the sound
Something'that your nightmares couldn't fuck with
Prepare to duck
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, para la
Runnin a meat cleaver, yo!
Shaggs and J, Insane Posse
Runnin with a cleaver, yo!

(Chorus)
From the NY come Myzery the invasion
and JumpSteady plotting retaliation
Suffocating dirty cats, hatin
Gats we
Skullys and army
out of psychopathic
I got a plan so stack the in the trunk
The word is that down we don't front
Spark the blunt, give em they want
thugs, loaded slugs
Loco in la
Get rides in ce pasa
Destination para mi pato
without muchacho
Cock slowly the
There go that acho
My is jammed
For you
wounded badly
Move quickly they bag me
chased down this dark alley
I'm a ass
Minority hollering I
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 it the name is Twiztid
with a meat cleaver, yo!
Boriqua, Myzery, para la
with a meat cleaver, yo!
Shaggs and J, Insane Posse
with a meat cleaver, yo!

Myzery(I gun powder)

And the loco Clown Posse (I smell raisins)
Psychopathic
siempre!
I smell garlic my hurts
Cause my brain is cursed by wizards
My skin turns and I start 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 next day you up
With dick in your homies butt
I might grab your face, your neck,
And let it go (Brrrrraaah)
And then climbs up my back
And we attack and hit ya like a 10 ninja(Ninja!)
I my face like a clown
Other times I paint it like and come down
The rafters up at the and throw old folks to the ropes
And their throats (Woooo!)
But I no wrestler
I'm a serial killa molester
Naww, I'm just your balls a bit
It's J who's that shit (Yeah, fuck you)
And if you wanna get
I'll stretch your lips out and call you (Hehe)
The bottom line is we like Sam Kinison's back
the car wreck

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

(Chorus x5)