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 Voltron on your 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 plastic
Cause we and schitzophrenic lunatics
my balls we know
Which the tip of my dick
We real sick bitch, run and tell a
Twiztid in at the
of the beginning of the end
The world dealt me a healthy hand of pain and
And you can see the hate in my eyes it's no
It ain't shit bitch believe
Suckers they paid
They even handle they weed tax
I leave tracks a needle
You phony as the 5th
Fuck a B on a
Toledo like a trooper, What?
Leaving conscience in a stuper, What?
a Smith and Wesson I can grab the luger, What?
And right I shoot ya
I snap your like I was Lex Luger
Chronic abuser (Wooooo!)
As we capitalize and enterprise music
motivated, goal, and a dream
Like Martin Luther
pause while we crack their jaws
Swooping they town like Super Balls (Woo Woo!)
I roll with and it's on like that
suckers spasm so hard they lungs collapse
Twiztid's the
Something'that your nightmares couldn't fuck with
to duck bitch
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 with a cleaver, yo!
Shaggs and J, Clown Posse
Runnin a meat cleaver, yo!

(Chorus)
From the NY Myzery the red-eyed invasion
and JumpSteady plotting retaliation
Suffocating cats, player hatin
we packin
Skullys and jackets
out of psychopathic
I got a plan so stack the ammo in the
The word is that down town we front
Spark the blunt, em what they want
thugs, loaded slugs
in la cabesa
Get away in ce pasa
Destination mi caco pato
There without
slowly the deracho
There go that acho
My shit is
For you
Body's wounded
Move quickly they bag me
Being down this dark alley
I'm a ass
Minority hollering I
I out my blade
And carved it in him like a
Now back to the floor it corpses
No
Psychopathic and Spanish side we forces

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

Myzery(I gun powder)

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

Zunga bunga goo bo
my Ugandan voodoo flow
You know what it meant
Til the next day you up
With your in your homies butt
I might your face, twist 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 paint my face like a
times I paint it like Sting and come down
The rafters up at the mall and old folks to the ropes
And their throats (Woooo!)
But I no wrestler
I'm a serial murderous molester
Naww, I'm just juggalin balls a bit
It's J who's into that (Yeah, fuck you)
And if you get lippy
I'll stretch your lips out and you skippy (Hehe)
The bottom is we twisted like Sam Kinison's back
After the car

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

(Chorus x5)