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    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 ass
    Your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with this
    Run that shit
    I'm rollin with the Psychopathic
    Make a move, and shit gets drastic
    Leavin mutherfuckers in caskets
    Or wrapped in Reynolds plastic
    Cause we psychosomatic and schizophrenic lunatics
    Holding my balls we know
    Which engulfs the tip of my dick
    We real sick bitch, run and tell a friend
    Twiztid in at the beginning
    Means of the beginning of the end
    The world dealt me a healthy hand of pain and lies
    And you can see the hate in my eyes it's no surprise
    It ain't shit bitch believe that
    Suckers claiming they paid
    They can't even handle they weed tax
    I leave tracks like a needle
    You phony as the 5th Beetle
    Fuck a B on a deedle
    Rockin 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 ya
    I snap your back like I was Lex Luger
    Chronic weed abuser (Wooooo!)
    As we capitalize and enterprise music scenes
    Money motivated, goal, and a dream
    Like Martin Luther King
    Hesitaters pause while we crack their jaws
    Swooping over they town like Super Balls (Woo Woo!)
    I roll with Bones and it's on like that
    Making suckers spasm so hard they lungs calapse
    Twiztid's the sound
    Something'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!
    Qui qua Myzery para isla
    Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
    Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse
    Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
    Psychopatchic
    From the NY come Myzery the red eye and raging
    Minority and JumpSteady plotting retaliation
    Suffocating dirty cats, player hatin
    Gats we packin
    Skullys and army jackets
    Headed out of psychopathic
    I got a plan so stack the ammo in the trunk
    The word is that down town we don't front
    Spark the blunt, give em what they want
    Psycho thugs, loaded slugs
    Loco in la cabesa
    Get away rides in ce pasa
    Destination para mi caco pato
    There without muchacho
    Cock slowly the deracho
    There go that long acho
    My shit is jammed
    For you planned
    Body's wounded badly
    Move quickly before they bag me
    Being chased down this dark alley
    I'm a wounded ass
    Minority hollering I gaba
    I pulled out my blade
    And carved it in him like a mansana
    Now back to the ride floor it corpses
    No remorse's
    Psychopathic and Spanish side we joining forces
    Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
    And if you missed it the name is Twiztid
    Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
    Qui qua Myzery para isla
    Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
    Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse
    Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
    Psychopatchic
    Myzery(I smell gun powder)
    Twiztid
    And the loco Insane Clown Posse (I smell raisins)
    Psychopathic Records
    Para siempre!
    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
    Ssssss
    Zunga bunga hooly goo bo
    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 (Brrrrraaah)
    And then Shaggy climbs up my back
    And we attack and hit ya like a 10 foot ninja(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 (Woooo!)
    But I ain't no wrestler
    I'm a serial killa murderous molester
    Naww, I'm just juggalin your balls a bit
    It's J who's into that shit (Yeah, fuck you)
    And if you wanna get lippy
    I'll stretch your lips out and call you skippy (Hehe)
    The 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!
    Qui qua Myzery para isla
    Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
    Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse
    Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
    Psychopatchic
    Psychopatchic
    Psychopatchic
    Psychopatchic

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