[Esham:]
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What up ya'll?
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Aight, gotta little something to say
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You know I been chillin, chillin in the underground
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And we see all of all ya'll
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Yea we see ya'll
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You know what I'm saying?
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Everybody in the game trying to do their thing
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You in the industry
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We in the streets
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You know what I'm saying?
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The label that runs beneath the streets
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Psychopatchic
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ABK, Esham, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Zug Izland, ICP, and
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TWIZTID!
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[Jamie Madrox:]
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Hey you bitch boy guess what?
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Me and my brother made of rubber
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So when Twiztid's in the house
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We bounce the mothafucker
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Save your pen ink and your paper
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Player hater
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We bring the dark side
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Everywhere like the temper
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Ain't you heard
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Ain't nobody jocking your shit
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Use an open toed sandle
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Just flip-flopping it
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Here's one for your play list
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Suck my mothafucking dick
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First single
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You can wait on the remix
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[Monoxide Child:]
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Get your candle blew out
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I feel the love homie
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Even if it's hating your mouth
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I'm still the same sick and Twiztid individual
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Looking to go ballistic
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So reminiscent to make your [?]
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I keep it covered and smothered
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Like hash browns
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And my war songs ready
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Keeping them vultures from swooping down
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I'm as classic as a throwback version
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Of Michael Myers
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Where the hatred that'll spread
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Like a forest fire
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[Chorus x4:]
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Why yuwannahoe?
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(So don't worry)
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Don't hate on me
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(Get the fuck outta here)
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[Monoxide Child;]
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I trying to shake them off my colar
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With a pop and a twist
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But these haters hang on
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Like some velcro shits
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I can't escape it
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I try scraping them off
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But they holding on so tight
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It's like rapping a moth
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I leave you mothafuckers shaking
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In the frost of my cold heart
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And burry you alive
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In a hole in my backyard
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Don't act hard
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You don't want to chance it sonny
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Monoxide, you know how we do this, money
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[Jamie Madrox:]
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So now I hear that you're attacking my crew
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For the shit that we do
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And you'se a bitch
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Thinking ain't nobody sweeter then you
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We spitting sugar shock
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For you dum-dum lollypops
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Give you 20 whole seconds to reload your glock
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Better bust right
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If you're looking for the lime light
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Better sit down
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Get your rhyme right
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Get your shit tight
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Round here we stay tight
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Like fly anus
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When no video
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Don't no radio rotate us
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And no play list
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Just young, dumb, and faceless
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While big cats copping these dumb hoes
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And nice bracelet
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(You hear that, all you stars go wait on your publishing checks so you can pay your baby momma rent, what?)
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[Chorus x4:]
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Why yuwannahoe?
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(So don't worry)
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Don't hate on me
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(Get the fuck outta here)
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[Monoxide Child:]
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I don't know why
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They hate me so much
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Dedicating more then half of their life
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To doing such bitch ass shit
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It's making me wanna retaliate
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You'd probably press charges
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Hoping that they'd lock me away
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[Jamie Madrox:]
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I'm not a bad boy
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I'm a fat boy, bitch boy
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My whole team spits raps
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While your team is unemployed
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Riding a pie
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I'm a give them a piece of my mind
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You'se a back burner project
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Getting done up from behind
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My whole squad drops LPs to CDs
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And making way more chow
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Then you'll hoes will ever see
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[Anybody Killa:]
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That's right mothafuckers
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Quit selling that shrink rap
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Boo-boo bitch
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[Chorus x4:]
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Why yuwannahoe?
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(So don't worry)
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Don't hate on me
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(Get the fuck outta here)
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Yuwannahoe
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Twiztid |