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