Luyện nghe bài hát Meat Cleaver

(What's that)
Myzery(Word up)
Twiztid(Yeah)
And the Insane Clown Posse(Know I'm sayin?)
Forming a 50 Voltron on your ass
Your nightmares couldn't fuck with this
Run shit
I'm rollin the Psychopathic
Make a move, and gets drastic
Leavin mutherfuckers in
Or wrapped in Reynolds
we psychosomatic and schitzophrenic 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 hand of and lies
And you can see the hate in my eyes no surprise
It shit bitch believe that
Suckers they paid
They can't handle they weed tax
I leave like a needle
You as the 5th Beetle
Fuck a B on a
Rockin like a trooper, What?
Leaving your conscience in a stuper,
a Smith and Wesson I can grab the luger, What?
And right I shoot ya
I your back like I was Lex Luger
weed abuser (Wooooo!)
As we capitalize and music scenes
motivated, goal, and a dream
Like Luther King
Hesitaters pause we crack their jaws
Swooping they town like Super Balls (Woo Woo!)
I roll with Bones and it's on that
Making spasm so hard they lungs collapse
the sound
Something'that your worst nightmares couldn't with
Prepare to duck
Cause I'm runnin' a meat cleaver

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

(Chorus)
From the NY Myzery the red-eyed invasion
Minority and plotting retaliation
dirty cats, player hatin
Gats we
and army jackets
Headed out of
I got a plan so stack the ammo in the
The is that down town we don't front
Spark the blunt, em what they want
Psycho thugs, slugs
in la cabesa
Get rides in ce pasa
Destination para mi pato
without muchacho
Cock the deracho
There go long acho
My shit is
For you
Body's badly
quickly before they bag me
Being chased down this alley
I'm a ass
Minority hollering I
I pulled out my
And carved it in him a mansana
Now to the ride floor it corpses
No
Psychopathic and Spanish we joining forces

(Chorus)
with a meat 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
Runnin a meat cleaver, yo!

Myzery(I gun powder)

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

Zunga hooly goo bo
my Ugandan voodoo flow
You don't know it meant
Til the day you wake up
With your dick in 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 a 10 foot ninja(Ninja!)
I paint my face like a
Other times I 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
J who's into that shit (Yeah, fuck you)
And if you wanna get
I'll your lips out and call you skippy (Hehe)
The line is we twisted like Sam Kinison's back
After the car

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

(Chorus x5)