Twiztid

Twiztid - Leff Field lyrics

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Smoke a square and then prepare yourself 
Monoxide, Monox-boogie, Mo-Diddy, Mo-Something 
Smoke something, smoke a square, smoke a square bitch 
Me and Violent, Me and Violent J 
I'm the wickedest of wicked and by far 
I'm destined for greatness 
Killing off you people hate this 
Now you can raise us in the top notch 
Mag or book 
And we still won't give you fags a look 
Bitch boy, I'm gay-bashing 
Come see my gun 
I never hated fags till I got sued by one (by one) 
My mental picture is painting me something ugly 
And I still don't understand how my hands got all bloody 
It's the Juggla! 
A juggalo role-model 
I stab people in the neck with a broken beer bottle 
And then you meet me and expect a nice guy 
You're lucky I ain't stuck a screw driver in your eye yet (hound dogs) 
When I sign an autograph, I see you chopped up in my tub, soaking in a blood bath 
With demons pissing on you like ROCK THE DEAD! (thoughts in my head) 
I'm getting glued the fuck out with my homie fucking Violent J 
And we don't give a fuck about nothing you fucking bitches say 
We speak the word and he unheard the mystify 
And when you see us, hug your momma and give her a kiss goodbye 
It's a long dark ride, where you going there ain't no holding back 
I'm the reaper in this bitch, there ain't no coming back 
My tongue in fact conceal a casket 
And spit some shit, so off the rip, it's a classic 
Shut the fuck up, when we speaking bitch 
Ain't yo mamma ever taught you shit 
We stab individuals in they fatal spots 
You got nine lives? Well I got 10 shots (yeah!) 
I remember when we first got started 
Clown paint and faygo, you thought we was retarded (whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!) 
Finally got you in the front row wilin 
Now I'm gonna do it again with Zug Izland 
I'm a axe holder, user, deep throater 
Wouldn't know a juggalo if I showed ya shadowless 
My reflection still casts a demon with green eyes behind stained glass 
I see spirits and I talk to people that ain't there 
They seem to vanish in thin air 
Why don't you get ghost homie, raise up 
While me and Violent J roll the weed and blaze it up (what?) 
Real ass juggalos is all I care about (who?) 
Fuck everybody else, and I don't want to hear about 
And I don't give a fuck if you know someone that's down 
I'll grab you by your neck and fling your fucking head around 
I won't sign nothing 
Fuck taking a picture 
Fuck shaking your hand, I'll pull you at me and hit you (plaw!) 
Then I kick ya fucking guts in until your ribs break 
There's your mutha fucking hand shake, bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch)




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