(What's that) Myzery(Word up) Twiztid(Yeah) And the Insane Clown Posse(Know I'm sayin?) Forming a 50 foot on your ass Your worst couldn't fuck with this Run that I'm rollin the Psychopathic Make a move, and gets drastic mutherfuckers in caskets Or wrapped in Reynolds Cause we psychosomatic and lunatics Holding my balls we engulfs the tip of my dick We real bitch, run and tell a friend 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 in my eyes it's no surprise It ain't shit bitch believe claiming they paid They can't handle they weed tax I tracks like a needle You phony as the 5th Fuck a B on a Rockin like a trooper, What? Leaving your conscience in a stuper, Fuck a and Wesson I can grab the luger, What? And right I shoot ya I snap your back like I was Lex Chronic weed (Wooooo!) As we capitalize and enterprise music motivated, goal, and a dream Like Martin Luther Hesitaters pause while we crack their Swooping over they town Super Balls (Woo Woo!) I roll with and it's on like that 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' a meat cleaver
(Chorus) with a meat cleaver, yo! And if you missed it the is Twiztid Runnin a meat cleaver, yo! Boriqua, Myzery, la isla Runnin with a cleaver, yo! and J, Insane Clown Posse Runnin a meat cleaver, yo!
(Chorus) From the NY come the red-eyed invasion Minority and plotting retaliation dirty cats, player hatin Gats we Skullys and army out of psychopathic I got a plan so stack the ammo in the The word is that down town we front Spark the blunt, give em they want Psycho thugs, slugs in la cabesa Get rides in ce pasa Destination mi caco pato There muchacho slowly the deracho There go that long My shit is For you Body's wounded Move before they bag me chased down this dark alley I'm a ass Minority I gaba I pulled out my And it in him like a mansana Now back to the ride floor it No Psychopathic and Spanish side we forces
(Chorus) Runnin with a cleaver, yo! And if you it the name is Twiztid with a meat cleaver, yo! Boriqua, Myzery, la isla Runnin with a cleaver, yo! Shaggs and J, Clown Posse Runnin with a cleaver, yo! Myzery(I gun powder) And the Insane Clown Posse (I smell raisins) Psychopathic siempre! I smell my head hurts Cause my brain is by voodoo wizards My turns blue and I start to shake My tongue out like a snake Zunga bunga goo bo my Ugandan voodoo flow You don't know what it Til the next day you up With your dick in homies butt I might your face, twist your neck, And let it go (Brrrrraaah) And then Shaggy climbs up my And we and hit ya like a 10 foot ninja(Ninja!) I paint my face like a Other I paint it like Sting and come down The rafters up at the and throw old folks to the ropes And chop 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 into shit (Yeah, fuck you) And if you get lippy stretch your lips out and call you skippy (Hehe) The bottom is we twisted like Sam Kinison's back the car wreck
(Chorus) Runnin a meat cleaver, yo! And if you it the name is Twiztid Runnin a meat cleaver, yo! Boriqua, Myzery, para la Runnin with a cleaver, yo! Shaggs and J, Insane Clown with a meat cleaver, yo!
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