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(Monoxide Child)
We cracked your head in
It wasn't but we laugh
Twiztid this bitch for nine dash
A car is no equivalent
We far from
the valley and we gets ignorant
Acting belligerent on the
Hoping that can save me
But I guess I'm dead
All by
everyone else I'm in a hole
And I can't my lungs swole
Bad when I'm sleeping
Everybody constantly
Feeling so and I can't see em
My keep leaving me
in and out
Waking up in of sweat and cottonmouth
Them down south niggas don't know about
And on the westside way to pissed
Because it's niggas talking hardcore shit
to get the northside hit
We legit a mothafucka
Chilling with million peoples
Digging up graves and acting
You for the sequel
More like something close to
You rappers don't even sequel bitches in Toledo. What?

(Chorus)
Die die
(Die mothafucka die die)
Die die
(Die die mothafucka die)
Die die
(Die mothafucka die die)
Die die
(Die mothafucka die die)

(Jamie Madrox)
I smoke to many and get high to much
work enough
Shit is to
I give a fuck less if the whole world blow up
Or what gang signs throw up
I'm to fed up to keep my up
So I let it
Can't afford a so my pants sag
seems to be a fag or a lesbian
But what the fuck happened is I'm questioning
The president is against you and me
he's taking half our money and he chilling tax free
And if you ask me that's another smack in the
We need to the White House and piss in his face
And every judge should do a minimum of twenty to
If they can it they can take it,
tell me that ain't
And every cop be beat like Rodney King
Non stop from the summer it turn to spring
Shove a donut in their mouth and a in they ass
the pigs don't get no class
They get wigs spilt

(Chorus)
Die die
(Die mothafucka die die)
Die die
(Die die mothafucka die)
Die die
(Die die mothafucka die)
Die die
(Die mothafucka die die)

(Monoxide Child)
My life is torn in to
you I hope you die
In the where I lie
And burn my body so I attract flies
In my a look of terror, cold as ice
So what if I slit my wrist or twice

(Jamie Madrox)
Now I can your wig with my aluminum bat
Or I can your eardrums with my brain dead rap
And you can call it this or
But I swing to the
Word to the Child, my brother
No other represent

Knowledge for Twiztid
I got the
text book
Kill the next that look
And always shaken ya shooken
Get wig spilt bitch and we out
Get wig spilt bitch and we out
Get your wig spilt and we out
Tell these motherfuckers we talking about

(Chorus)
Die die
(Die mothafucka die die)
Die die
(Die die mothafucka die)
Die die
(Die mothafucka die die)
Die die
(Die die mothafucka die)

DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
you MOTHAFUCKA!!