(feat. Jamie Madrox)



[Verse 1]

Where you at motherfucker heard you been talking shit

But everytime I come around it's like you seem to forget

Shut your mouth you little hoe before I scalp your lip

In other words you'll be a dead little punk ass bitch

I won't forget you every time I'm pissing over your grave

Or when I'm slanging payote in hoods that you once claimed

Learn about the tribe you're dissing cause we all ain't the same

Tomahawk steady swinging as I'm dancing for rain

So come and play with me, at least until the sky turns grey

Shooting off my arrows like AK's

Amazing situations, four colors of man, represent the wicked nations

Underground street level, running this course

Keeping you shady bitches scared to come up off your porch

So come and hang with me, unless you blaming me

Because the native hydro keeps changing me



[Chorus]

Come and play with me (even if it means your death)

Though you hated me (my tomahawk swings right to left)

You bet just wait and see (I'll be a juggalo till my very last breath)

Then you hate to see (these hatchet men up on our chest)



[Verse 2]

Warriors, come out and play

Roaches I spray, I'm ABK

I'd rather be dead than fade away

All my life I been a scrub, I wouldn't change a day

What I'm saying quit playing I'm a tell you how it's slaying

See me in the streets psychopathic chain just swaying

Anybody Killa so it ain't no delaying

Dead body six feet in the groud decaying

When I come I'll rub the serial numbers from my gun out

The tribal war paint on my face will make you run out

Bust shots in the sky and shoot the sun out

An keep us in the clip until every last run out

Erasing all the drama that this world brings

Moon light shine bright on shattered dreams

Keep away from a killer with a god damn fiend

Get your own fucking bullshit scheme



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Jamie Madrox]

Twiztid Madrox and the ABK

Buying automatic weapons from renegades in Bombei

Fuck Alize and a fake ass bitch

We the sharks in the water, y'all popcorn shrimps

So you can eat my cocktail sauce and ass

Throwing east in the air when we walk past think fast

You can be a hater with a lot to say

But you're talking from the door so come out and play



[Chorus: Repeat x 2]

Come and play with me (even if it means your death)

Though you hated me (my butcher knife swings right to left)

You bet just wait and see (I'll be a juggalo till my very last breath)

Then you hate to see (these hatchet men up on our chest)



These hatchet men up on our chests [until fade out]