ICP: Meat cleaver

Yeah(What's that)Myzery(Word up)Twiztid(Yeah)And the Insane Clown Posse(Know what I'm sayin?)Forming a 50 foot Voltron on your assYour worst nightmares couldn't fuck with thisRun that shitI'm rollin with the PsychopathicMake a move, and shit gets drasticLeavin mutherfuckers in casketsOr wrapped in Reynolds plasticCause we psychosomatic and schizophrenic lunaticsHolding my balls we knowWhich engulfs the tip of my dickWe real sick bitch, run and tell a friendTwiztid in at the beginningMeans of the beginning of the endThe world dealt me a healthy hand of pain and liesAnd you can see the hate in my eyes it's no surpriseIt ain't shit bitch believe thatSuckers claiming they paidThey can't even handle they weed taxI leave tracks like a needleYou phony as the 5th BeetleFuck a B on a deedleRockin Toledo like a trooper, What?Leaving your conscience in a stuper, What?Fuck a Smith and Wesson I can grab the luger, What?And right before I shoot yaI snap your back like I was Lex LugerChronic weed abuser (Wooooo!)As we capitalize and enterprise music scenesMoney motivated, goal, and a dreamLike Martin Luther KingHesitaters pause while we crack their jawsSwooping over they town like Super Balls (Woo Woo!)I roll with Bones and it's on like thatMaking suckers spasm so hard they lungs calapseTwiztid's the soundSomething'that your worst nightmares couldn't fuck withPrepare to duck bitchCause I'm runnin' with a meat cleaverRunnin with a meat cleaver, yo!And if you missed it the name is TwiztidRunnin with a meat cleaver, yo!Qui qua Myzery para islaRunnin with a meat cleaver, yo!Shaggs and J, Insane Clown PosseRunnin with a meat cleaver, yo!PsychopatchicFrom the NY come Myzery the red eye and ragingMinority and JumpSteady plotting retaliationSuffocating dirty cats, player hatinGats we packinSkullys and army jacketsHeaded out of psychopathicI got a plan so stack the ammo in the trunkThe word is that down town we don't frontSpark the blunt, give em what they wantPsycho thugs, loaded slugsLoco in la cabesaGet away rides in ce pasaDestination para mi caco patoThere without muchachoCock slowly the derachoThere go that long achoMy shit is jammedFor you plannedBody's wounded badlyMove quickly before they bag meBeing chased down this dark alleyI'm a wounded assMinority hollering I gabaI pulled out my bladeAnd carved it in him like a mansanaNow back to the ride floor it corpsesNo remorse'sPsychopathic and Spanish side we joining forcesRunnin with a meat cleaver, yo!And if you missed it the name is TwiztidRunnin with a meat cleaver, yo!Qui qua Myzery para islaRunnin with a meat cleaver, yo!Shaggs and J, Insane Clown PosseRunnin with a meat cleaver, yo!PsychopatchicMyzery(I smell gun powder)TwiztidAnd the loco Insane Clown Posse (I smell raisins)Psychopathic RecordsPara siempre!I smell garlic my head hurtsCause my brain is cursed by voodoo wizardsMy skin turns blue and I start to shakeMy tongue comes out like a snakeSsssssZunga bunga hooly goo boThat's my Ugandan voodoo flowYou don't know what it meantTil the next day you wake upWith your dick in your homies buttI might grab your face, twist your neck,And then let it go (Brrrrraaah)And then Shaggy climbs up my backAnd we attack and hit ya like a 10 foot ninja(Ninja!)I paint my face like a clownOther times I paint it like Sting and come downThe rafters up at the mall and throw old folks to the ropesAnd chop their throats (Woooo!)But I ain't no wrestlerI'm a serial killa murderous molesterNaww, I'm just juggalin your balls a bitIt's J who's into that shit (Yeah, fuck you)And if you wanna get lippyI'll stretch your lips out and call you skippy (Hehe)The bottom line is we twisted like Sam Kinison's backAfter the car wreckRunnin with a meat cleaver, yo!And if you missed it the name is TwiztidRunnin with a meat cleaver, yo!Qui qua Myzery para islaRunnin with a meat cleaver, yo!Shaggs and J, Insane Clown PosseRunnin with a meat cleaver, yo!PsychopatchicPsychopatchicPsychopatchicPsychopatchicPsychopatchic