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Meat Cleaver - Insane Clown Posse

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This is the last song Mission complete I'm out Yeah, let me know Misery, word up, Twiztid In the Insane Clown Posse You know what I'm sayin' Formin' a fifty foot Voltron on your ass You know what I'm sayin', Psychopathic style, nigga Your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with this What you gonna do? Run that shit I'm rollin' with the Psychopathic, make a movie, shit get tragic Leavin' mothafuckas in caskets, ratchet 'Cause we psychosomatic and schizophrenic lunatics Holdin' my balls, we throw bitchin' galls, the tip of my dick We real sick bitch, run and tell a friend Twiztid enter the beginning, become the beginning of the end The world dealt me a healthy hand of pain in life And you can see the hate in my eyes, it's no surprise It ain't shit bitch, believe that Suckas claimin' they paid and can't even handle they weed tax I leave tracks like a needle, you phony as the fifth Beatle Fuck a rockin' like a trooper, what Leavin' your conscious in a super Fuck a Smith and Wesson, I can grab the Ruger, what And right before I shoot ya I snap your back like I was Lex Luger, chronic weed abuser As we capitalize and enterprise music scenes Money motivated, goalin' to dream like Martin Luther King Hesitate and pause while we crack they jaws Swoopin' over they town like Super Bowls I roll with bones and it's on like that Makin' suckas spasm so hard they lungs collapse Twiztid's the sound Somethin' that your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with Prepare to duck bitch, 'cause I'm runnin' with a meat cleaver Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo And if you missed it, the name is Twiztid Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo Boricua, Misery Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo Psychopathic Straight from the NY, yo Misery, the red eyed invasion Minority and Jumpsteady plottin' retaliation Suffocated dirty cats, player hater gats we packin' Skully's and army jackets, headed out of Psychopathic I got a plan, so stack the ammo in the trunk The word is they downtown, we don't front Spark the blunt, give 'em what they want Psycho thugs, loaded slugs, loco En la cabeza, getaway rides and cervezas Muchacho, borracho There go that mark acho My shit is jammed for you plan buddies wounded Move quicker, pull up at me Bein' chased down this dark alley I'm on that ass, minority hollerin' Pull out my blade, carved it in 'em like a manzana Corpses, no remorses Psychopathic and Spanish Side, we joinin' forces Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo And if you missed it, the name is Twiztid Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo Boricua, Misery Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo Psychopathic Misery, Twiztid Insane Clown Posse Psychopathic Records, para siempre If I smell garlic, my head hurts 'Cause my brain is cursed by voodoo wizards My skin turns blue and I start to shake My tongue comes out like a snake , That's my Ugandan voodoo flow You don't know what it meant 'til the next day you wake up With your dick in your homies butt I might grab your face, twist your neck, and then let it go And then Shaggy climbs up my back and we attack And hit ya like a ten foot ninja I paint my face like a clown Other times I paint it like Sting and come down the rafters Up at the mall and throw old folks to the ropes And chop their throats But I ain't no wrestler I'm a serial murderous killer molester Just jugglin' your balls a bit It's J who's into that shit (Yeah, fuck you) And if you wanna get lippy (Lippy) I'll stretch your lips out and call you Skippy (Hehe) Bottom line is we twisted Like Sam Kinison's back after the car wreck Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo And if you missed it, the name is Twiztid Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo Boricua, Misery Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo Psychopathic Psychopathic Psychopathic Psychopathic Psychopathic