(Monoxide Child) 

Better grab yo' CD 

'Fore the shit really gets deep 

Watch a nigga on the creep 

In the backseat 

Thinkin' bout a friends on the knees 

Goin' down that one street 

Man, I'm out to get 'cha 

Better feel me, blood, I'll get wit' cha 

'Cause read the scripture 

On the coffin 

Not takin' no losses 

Check, comin' back 

With a stack wrapped 

Look at the stack 

All my Gs 

These... 

Suckas wanna play 

Or lift away 

But I'm bringin' em to they knees 

Come and get these... 

Mothafuckin' nuts 

Gotta get the fuck on up 

So don't even trip, I'll bury yo' ass too muthafuckin' quick, bitch 

Back in the mode 

Hit the road 

If you can't hang 

Fuck around, and get ya shit twiztid, leave you dead up in the Mustang 

Lane to lane, gotta watch me drivin' 

All across the island 

Just look behind ya 

On the ceiling of your Pathfinder 

So ya better think twice 

Or I'm all across like 6-D might 

Runnin' wild like I'm outta mind 

Innertwined... 

With the fact, I'm outta town 

But fuck y'all bitches 

I'll haunt ya without the loss of any breath 

Hope to God you muthafuckas learn, hope to God we'll scare ya to death 

(people laughing) 

(Jamie Madrox) 

Die from the skin have the devil's chance 

To breath 

Hold ya hands to breathe 

Terminal like disease 

With amphedimenes 

Goosebumps from a cold breeze 

Foamin' at the mouth like I got rabies 

Scabies 

Maybe...it's 'cause I'm just a creep 

Slippin' through your dream at night when you're when you're fast asleep 

Shoulda get at me cuz I'm a freak 

Don't peep 

Quick to hung your ass with a bare sheet 

Dangle boo, I'm scarin' em', bodies filled with fright 

Vocal cords jumpin' out in the street light 

Just might play today be nice 

Crunch a mothafuckin' bottle over my head in a streetfight 

I'm feelin' alright 

Dynomite!! 

Outta sight 

Like Jimmy Walker 

Cut a mothafuckin' head off but it on the keep just like Betty Crocker 

Night stalker 

Anti-shittalker 

Inventor of the vibe 

Come and take a look at my mind 

You will see shit don't work properly on inside 

Outside is another whole story together 

Got six bullet holes in the front of my sweater 

No matter the weather 

Some feel better 

Any days make a nigga feel a little better 

Never... 

Feel bad with the good inside 

Gotta scuffle with your knife to your head in the cowhide 

Creepin' outside 

Like a nigga insane 

Tappin' bloody fingers on the windowpane 

Leave em' out to play 

Suckas say no way 

Better come back on another day 

Lock your windows and your doors but be prepared 

For a brother to stop and ask you, is you scared? 

(people laughing)