Luyện nghe bài hát Wigsplit

(Monoxide Child)
We cracked your head in
It wasn't but we laugh
Twiztid running this for nine dash
A car crash is no
We far from
the valley and we gets ignorant
Acting belligerent on the
Hoping that somebody can me
But I guess I'm dead
All by
Fuck everyone I'm in a hole
And I can't my lungs swole
Bad dreams I'm sleeping
constantly creeping
Feeling so and I can't see em
My conscience keep me
in and out
Waking up in of sweat and cottonmouth
Them down niggas don't know about this
And on the westside way to pissed
Because it's eastside niggas talking shit
Enough to get the hit
We like a mothafucka
with million dollar peoples
Digging up and acting evil
You looking for the
More something close to equal
You rappers don't sequel with bitches in Toledo. What?

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

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

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

(Monoxide Child)
My is torn in to pieces
you I hope you die
In the where I lie
And my body so I wont attract flies
In my eye's a look of terror, as ice
So if I slit my wrist once or twice

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

Knowledge for Twiztid
I got the
Bloody book
Kill the next that look
And shaken ya never shooken
Get wig spilt bitch and we out
Get your wig spilt and we out
Get your wig spilt and we out
Tell these motherfuckers what we talking

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

DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
you MOTHAFUCKA!!