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    You guys ready?
    Alright, I'm first with the freestyle up in the free studio
    Lotus Pod, Uhh
    I split your whole f**king forehead open Rude Boy style
    I keep it raunchy and funky
    Like a dirty laundry pile
    I can rhyme, I can rap, I can sing, I can clap
    I can dance, you should see me right now, but you can't
    I turn heads like an explosion when I hit the door.
    I put Zach Gowen in a figure four
    in front of the liquor store
    I can get pimply like pillow talk with love songs
    Anyway that I can get up in that ass like a thong
    I brings it on

    Bitch, I'm back when you thought I was gone
    I'm sipping shots of syrup straight to the dome
    I'm all up in your home, you all alone
    Twilight zone,
    ET phone home
    Don't pick up the chrome,
    no don't pick up the chrome
    When she picked up the phone
    the back of her brains blown
    No screams, no moans
    Not a mortician, make sure your head gets sewn on
    Now that you're dead on gone

    (Anybody Killa)
    Listen up, pay attention while this shits still in my head
    Psychopathic mothaf**ker
    Representing black and red
    Pointing fingers at my enemies
    Native nuts get these
    Mark ass bustas acting hard, bitch please
    Have you ever heard the sound
    Of a meat cleaver swinging?
    Head in a handbag, hoe church singing
    Stare up at the moon hoe
    Look at all the light
    That's where you run
    When you see some killers in sight

    (Monoxide Child)
    They call me M-O-N-O-X-I-D to the E
    And it really don't matter what you think of me
    I'm up in this bitch for free
    Hanging with family
    And all I keep thinking is
    I hope somebody brought a bag of weed
    I like them flavored blunt wraps
    Or a peach white owl
    But here, I'm in a hurry
    So just pack a bowl for now
    It's still a hatchet bitch
    Ain't nothing change
    But my bracket bitching
    If you just can't deal with that
    (Come and see the red and black)

    As the cold night folds round
    We be creeping without a sound
    With rydas who are bound
    As the steering wheel turns around
    Our ghost car drifting in and out the street lights
    Wizards in the back who know the craft of street fights
    Heads be bobbing
    As smoke is floating from window cracks
    A nightmare Cadillac with white reflected off our gats
    Demons without reason
    Or the mercy we once knew
    Revenge is like the sweetest joy
    Bringing visions of de ja vu

    (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
    I ain't no joke and no this ain't Rakim or Eric B
    It's the B-L-A-Z-E
    Microphone and weed fiend
    Down with Nicotine
    And my homie M-O-N-O
    Wrap you with Cellophane
    And I cut the head off the Devil
    Unstoppable, got shine like Violent J
    Nobody standing in the way
    You better watch what you say
    Keep it fat and hard to kidnap like Madrox
    And strangle bitches quick as Shaggy 2 Dope
    Up on the block

    (Shaggy 2 Dope)
    My name is Joey Utsler
    It ain't no Joseph f**king Utssler
    F**k off
    Before they find your head in a dumpster
    I'm cruising down 7 Mile dirty as f**k
    I got some f**king explosives
    And pipe bombs in the truck
    I shot the senator
    And I don't even know who that is
    I'm tighter then a 2 door Escort
    Packed with 7 fat kids
    So tell your momma to f**k off
    And I'm coming to dinner
    You've got a hot bitch in the D
    I probably had my dick up in her

    (Jamie Madrox)
    Ooooh, free is like my favorite word
    Right next to food
    Freaks and flowing on the microphone
    Bitch, I bring the absurd
    Corrupt and cryptic, linguistics of TWIZTID!
    2 to the double O 4
    And I'm still rapping with for the hatchet
    In the free studio
    With panty hose on the mic screen
    40 bottles e'rywhere
    Killer rolling the light green
    Light the blunt up
    So we can lace the cut up
    And dub my shit to cassette
    Even if I f**k up
    It's just the free studio

    You've got some pussy
    (I got some dick for that)
    Ride with us bitch
    (And you ain't coming back
    Why don't you just take a look at my hatchet)
    Here come the train, try and catch it
    (What, I know this planet can't match it)
    I take your booty and I smack it
    Because my name is Syn
    (and that's all I do
    So f**k you)


    (Rude Boy)
    That's right it's a f**king free studio
    It's the Lotus Pod
    The motherf**king studio we own
    Psychopathic, yeah
    That's right, this the Rude Boy right here
    Coming to you from Southwest
    All the way to the East side
    This city is ours
    Boss up!

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