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 fuck with this
Run shit
I'm rollin the Psychopathic
Make a move, and shit drastic
mutherfuckers in caskets
Or wrapped in plastic
we psychosomatic and schitzophrenic lunatics
Holding my we know
Which the tip of my dick
We real sick bitch, run and a friend
in at the beginning
Means of the of the end
The world dealt me a healthy hand of pain and
And you can see the hate in my eyes no surprise
It ain't shit bitch believe
Suckers claiming paid
They even handle they weed tax
I leave tracks like a
You as the 5th Beetle
Fuck a B on a
Rockin Toledo like a trooper,
Leaving your conscience in a stuper,
a Smith and Wesson I can grab the luger, What?
And right I shoot ya
I snap your back I was Lex Luger
Chronic weed (Wooooo!)
As we capitalize and enterprise music
motivated, goal, and a dream
Like Luther King
Hesitaters pause we crack their jaws
Swooping over town like Super Balls (Woo Woo!)
I roll with Bones and it's on that
suckers spasm so hard they lungs collapse
Twiztid's the
Something'that your worst nightmares couldn't with
Prepare to bitch
I'm runnin' with a meat cleaver

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

(Chorus)
From the NY Myzery the red-eyed invasion
Minority and plotting retaliation
Suffocating 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 town we don't front
Spark the blunt, give em they want
Psycho thugs, slugs
Loco in la
Get rides in ce pasa
para mi caco pato
There muchacho
Cock slowly the
There go that acho
My shit is
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 like a
Now back to the ride floor it
No
and Spanish side we joining forces

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

Myzery(I gun powder)

And the Insane Clown Posse (I smell raisins)
Records
siempre!
I smell garlic my hurts
Cause my brain is by voodoo wizards
My skin blue and I start to shake
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 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 a 10 foot ninja(Ninja!)
I paint my like a clown
times I paint it like Sting and come down
The rafters up at the and throw old folks to the ropes
And chop their (Woooo!)
But I ain't no
I'm a killa murderous molester
Naww, I'm just juggalin your a bit
It's J who's that shit (Yeah, fuck you)
And if you get lippy
I'll stretch lips out and call you skippy (Hehe)
The bottom line is we twisted like Sam back
After the car

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

(Chorus x5)