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 nightmares couldn't fuck this
Run that
I'm rollin the Psychopathic
Make a move, and shit gets
Leavin mutherfuckers in
Or in Reynolds plastic
Cause we psychosomatic and schitzophrenic
my balls we know
Which the tip of my dick
We real bitch, run and tell a friend
Twiztid in at the
Means of the of the end
The world dealt me a hand of pain and lies
And you can see the hate in my eyes it's no
It ain't shit bitch that
Suckers claiming they
They can't even they weed tax
I leave tracks like a
You phony as the 5th
Fuck a B on a
Rockin Toledo a trooper, What?
Leaving conscience in a stuper, What?
Fuck a Smith and Wesson I can the luger, What?
And right I shoot ya
I snap your back I was Lex Luger
weed abuser (Wooooo!)
As we capitalize and music scenes
Money motivated, goal, and a
Like Luther King
Hesitaters pause we crack their jaws
Swooping over they town like Super (Woo Woo!)
I roll with Bones and it's on like
Making spasm so hard they lungs collapse
Twiztid's the
Something'that your worst nightmares couldn't fuck
Prepare to duck
Cause I'm with a meat cleaver

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

(Chorus)
From the NY come the red-eyed invasion
and JumpSteady plotting retaliation
Suffocating dirty cats, hatin
we packin
Skullys and jackets
out of psychopathic
I got a plan so stack the in the trunk
The word is that town we don't front
Spark the blunt, em what they want
Psycho thugs, loaded
in la cabesa
Get away rides in ce
Destination para mi caco
There muchacho
Cock the deracho
There go long acho
My shit is
For you
wounded badly
Move before they bag me
Being chased down this dark
I'm a ass
hollering I gaba
I out my blade
And carved it in him a mansana
Now back to the ride floor it
No
Psychopathic and Spanish side we forces

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

Myzery(I gun powder)

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

Zunga bunga goo bo
my Ugandan voodoo flow
You know what it meant
Til the next day you up
With dick in your homies butt
I might grab your face, twist neck,
And let it go (Brrrrraaah)
And then Shaggy up my back
And we attack and hit ya like a 10 ninja(Ninja!)
I paint my face a clown
Other times I paint it like Sting and down
The rafters up at the mall and throw old to the ropes
And their throats (Woooo!)
But I no wrestler
I'm a serial killa murderous
Naww, I'm juggalin your balls a bit
It's J into that shit (Yeah, fuck you)
And if you get lippy
I'll stretch your out and call 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, Clown Posse
Runnin a meat cleaver, yo!

(Chorus x5)