We cracked your head in half, and wasn't funny but we laughed,
Twiztid runnin this bitch for nine dash,
a car crash is no equivalent, we far from innocent,
crossing the valley and we gets ignorant,
acting beligerent on the daily,
hoping somebody insult me but I guess I'm dead wrong, all by myself,
fuck everyone else I'm in a hole, and I can't breath my lungs swole,
bad dreams when I'm sleeping, everybody's constantly creeping,
feelin so weak and I can't see them, conscience keeps leavin me fallin in and out,
wking up with bullets of sweat and cotton mouth,
them down south niggas don't know about this,
niggas on the westside way to pissed,
because the eastside niggas talkin hardcore shit,
enough to get the northside hit, WE THE SHIT,
we legit like a mother fucker, hanging with million dollar peoples,
we lookin insane and actin evil, ya lookin for the sequel,
more like somethin close to equal
You rappers don't even sequel with these bitches in Toledo, what?
(Chorus X4)
Die Die,
Diemuthafuckerdie, diemuthafuckadie.
I smoke too many cigarettes and get high to much,
don't work enough, shit is to rough,
and I can give a fuck less iif the whole world blow up,
or what gang signs niggas throw up,
I'm too fed up to keep my head up so I let it drag,
can't afford a belt so my pants sag,
everbody seems to be a fag or a lesbian,
but what the fuck happened is what I'm questioning,
the president is prejudice against you and me,
then he takin half our money, and be chillin tax free,
and if you axe me thats another smack in the face,
we need to burn the white house and piss in his face,
and every judge should do a minimum of 20 to life,
if they can dish it they can take it tell me that ain't right,
and every cop should be beat like Rodney King,
Non-stop from the summer till it turn to spring,
shove a donut in htey mouth and a badge in they ass,
cuz the pigs don't get no class they get they wigs split.
(Chorus X4)
My life is fallin to peices fuck you I hope you die, in the casket where I lie,
and burn my body so I won't attract flies, in my eyes a look of terror cold as ice,
so what if I slit my wrists once or twice,
now I can split your wing with my aluminum bat,
or I can blow your ear drums with my brain dead rap,
you can call it this or that but I sway to the other,
word to the Monoxide Child my brother,
no other represent this, effervesant, knowledge for Twiztid education,
I got the lesson, bloody text book, kill the next mother fucker that look,
and always shaken never shook,
get your wig split bitch and we out(X3)
Tell these mother fuckers what we talkin about,
(chorus til end)
Why don't you go play wit your friends??
They're all dead