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1 Less G In Da Hood
1) The Eulogy
2) Grave Ain't No Place
3) Casket
4) Juggalo Anthem
5) Nasty
6) Str8 Outta Detroit
7) Maggot Face
8) Here I Am
9) Hood Ratz
10) Hatchet Luv
11) Saturday Afternoon
12) Given Half The Chance
13) U Can't Hurt Me Now
14) Thug 4 Life
15) Hatchet Execution
1) The Eulogy
Brothers and sisters, we are gathered here today to celebrate in the loss of the evil and sinful person known as Blaze. Just like his soul shall be blazing in the pits of hell, his name is most adequate. Ladies and gentlemen, we are not here to be sorrowful at this point, for his death is nothing but a blessing brought from God himself so that we may rejoice and know that there is rightousness. That there are angels of vengence that will strike down upon the evil and wicked of the world. Look at his body...look at him. So eeevil!! They say that he was rich with cash and he was a rapper. What is a rapper? He is no more than Satan's tool, so that he can speak the voice of the devil himself, spitting his raaaap flows, so that people can be seduced with his wicked rhymes. Well I say this: you shall be seduced by demons in hell brother. You are on a one way ticket straight to where no one holy will ever set foot. You shall bake in the very pits of hell....
2) Grave Ain't No Place
A motherfucker recognize a thug mashin' hard
Straight out the plot of my cemetery yard
Buried so long, nobody gave a shit
Blood and tears, embedded in my casket
Been surrounded, old folks everywhere
Smell of dry piss covered the air
When I heard the voices say arise from the grave
I quickly dug myself out and went to find the 12-gauge
Shotgun, double barrelled sawed off pump
Safety runs thru the target if you test me
Psycho thug, mashin' outta control
Spent too many fuckin' years deep in a hole
But still I'm a killa, feindin' for the streets
Slangin' rocks on a 9 to 5 beat
All that change, now got maggots on my face
I'm back from the dead to give yo ass a taste
The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!
Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket!
The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!
Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket!
The grave ain't no place to be
Too much like the penetentary
Locked away in concrete
I'm buried 6 feet
Guess so, so when you roam
You can find your way home
Cuffs tight around the wrist cause I was bustin' my chrome
Dark visions in the smog when I walk with the dead
Bad dreams in the night keep you shakin' in bed
Is it all in your head cause you're locked in a cage?
And clear your mind and get shanked and live the cemetery way
I'm sittin' in the cemetery
I got a plan to kill a pig so I placed a phony call about a bitch I buried
Fuck a cell, I won't ever go back
I got you creasin' in my pocket like a folded up rap
I look in the back, a squad car pullin' up slow
I grabbed the pistol in the hand with the glove, and let it blow
Dashin' off like a theif in the night
To me it was right
I had to end his muthafuckin' life
The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!
Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket!
The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!
Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket!
They can't keep a dead body locked down
In the ground
Of the pen
Came thru the dirt, break free again
Leave my home of the grave, shared with the roaches
Back on the street, keep an eye on the vultures
Flip, my escape out the front gates
When the pigs check yo' friends, ain't no trace
Of a gangsta, I'm already out robbin' suckers
Pistol whippin' bitches, puttin' holes in motherfuckers
Act like you know, Psychopathic on the glock
And I gives no fuck when I'm mashin' up ya block
Empty out the chamber, so long to your family
Everybody history
Nothing left but memories
Friends start to cry and you're one with the earth
Ain't nobody cry for me, not even the church
My rebirth was greeted my a police chase
But I'm a thug motherfucker, I ain't catchin' a case
The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!
Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket!
The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!
Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket!
The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!
Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket!
The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!
Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket!
3) Casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
Do you wanna know about the box
A casket with padlocks
Broken off the hinge, bitch, eat a cock
Buried in the earth then forgotten about
Feelin' good like a mothafucka first day out
Took air in my lungs, been awhile since I did so
Smoked me a blunt, fucked a hood rat ho
Kill a couple niggas, smack a couple bitches
Runnin' mothafuckas for the rips and they riches
Ain't shit changed but the month and year
Broke mothafuckas scrounging for squares and beers
Pigs scatter on the street when the dead man arise
Real muthafuckin' killas never gon' die
In the casket
HELL YEAH!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
Sleepin' in the casket, awoke by a strange sound
Break the hinge and rise up from the cold ground
I could be deamin', what the fuck is with my head
6 feet deep and I'm surrounded by the dead
I hear a noise, someone's cryin' my name
How should I react, am I just goin' insane?
All my thug niggas hold it down on the streets
And watch these muthafuckas on they grave robbin' spree
Froze in my box, hearin' people chatter up above
They sayin' can ya "kick the do' up?" I'm still stuck
I'm dead as shit, I know where I'm at now
Chillin' with the dead, one with the underground
So why these niggas out fuckin' with my grave?
I got a maggot face and my skin's decayed
Break thru the door to unlock the mystery
Got my grave plot holdin' on for my eternity
In the casket
HELL YEAH!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
Doors is open, pull on up by a force
Lay my body on the ground, slam the casket door
Crowded by both figures
And the grave diggers
And the shadow of the demon gettin' bigger
Comin' for my soul, surrounded me with candles
Came to release me to His handles
First sacrifice over to the demon
That's why I'm a killa any season
Watch me clueless when I was alive
Happy with a muthafucka till the day I died
Now they callin' me back to walk with the dead
Anyone disagree catch a slug to the head
A muthafucka come equipped with a shotgun
And naggots on my face, so run bitch run
Dead man hauntin', no time for escape
When you hear the gun cock, bitch, it's too late
In the casket
HELL YEAH!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
4) Juggalo Anthem
Killas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch
Killas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this biiiitch.....
G's up, ridin' from the cradle to the casket and beyond
Recognize thug shit
Poundin' out the trunk bitch
Runnin' with a motherfuckin' hatchet
You haters, suck dick
Once a thug became a G
B to the L to the A-Z-E
Still dead
Still don't give a fuck
Sportin' all black khaki's with the muthafuckin' cuffs on
Smokin' hella-trees
Tryin' to make a couple G's
So a thug can get back on his feet
Mean muggin'
Steady thuggin'
And I'm tryin' to find the hood rats, all about fuckin'
Still loc'd out
All my dawgs from the past, dead or smoked out
Still tryin' to come up on the lick for a phat ass ride
So I can drop the top and parlay thru the Eastside
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Bitches freeze
You ain't a thug or a G
You're a banger
You's a studio gangsta
You ain't about shit, scared to pull the trigger
That's what we call a real bitch nigga
Creepin' thru the hood, throwin' up his set
Hangin' out the window, yellin' idle threats
Check this out, I'ma check yo' chin
Close yo' mouth before I put the barrel in
Dumpin' clips in yo' ass is what I'm all about
Straight G from the clique on a paper route
Still slappin' off fake bitches with the Louisville
Throw a nigga to the pavement, anotha bitch killed
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
This is the battle for the planets
We bring the thunder, givin' half to you bandits
Fuck a style and a status
Half of y'all hummin' off a half ass deal
And got the nerve to tell a mothafucka keep it real
We see thru y'all fools like cellophane on a square pack
You bite our shit, you can keep it, we don't want it back
We don't give a fuck, Eastside for life
And if you ain't got heart, don't expect to have yo' shit tight
There ain't no room for the ho-hearted
We give a fuck where you at or who you wit', or how you got started
Fuck you and everybody in yo' clique
If you don't run with a hatchet
Or claim to Psychopathic
I ain't got time to say no names
It's only gay rhymes
No holla, we been in the game
Besides, fuck even speakin' your name
You just a bitch in the game
And y'all niggas gon' always be the same
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
UP IN THIS BITCH!!
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
UP IN THIS BITCH!!
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
UP IN THIS BITCH!!
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch
Up in this biiiitch, biiiiiitch.....
5) Nasty
Yo Blaze, you nasty
You know you nasty
Man, you so nasty
You know you nasty
Yo Blaze, you nasty
Scabs of bubble gum, peanut butter on the toenail
Flickin' boogers in your ginger ale
Itch my taint, bust you in yo' face
Didn't wipe my butt so now it's kinda itch-ay
Drink douche bags like wine coolers
And throw gang signs for all the old schoolers
I stuck an AK in a hood rat's booty
Cuz I found out she was a groupie
If I blow ass
You gon' know fast
All of y'all gon' need a fuckin' gas mask
I'm the yellow shit underneath your armpit
And when I toss snacks by blood I spit
I'm like clay, wet, smelly and gray
Wore the same clothes forever and a day
Now you can hate me and try to say I'm trashy
But if you go and ask somebody, they'll tell you that I'm nasty
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty...you nasty...
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty...you nasty...
I use Anybody Killa's rubber after him
I ain't paid and shit, and condoms costed
Mo money, and not enough feel
Run it to your neden, I'm just tellin' the deal
I suck the pus out my own pimples
And spit it on yo' ass and fill up the dimples
I'm the lent in your belly button
Fuzzy like Mo, ain't that somethin'
I like to fuck chickens, then Q em'
Barbecue sauce on my balls just from screwin' em'
I go swimmin' in a Port-o-Potty
And have shit and piss on my face and body
I like to party with my pants off
When my dick gets hard, smack it, and it goes soft
I suck the blood out a tampon
I'm nasty as the muthafuckin' ground that I stand on
"Only if you standin' in a pile of shit!"
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty...you nasty...
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty...you nasty...
I stay funky like a doo-doo chip
I wipe snot on your best friends lil' sisters pussy lip
I got mice sleepin' in the holes in my back
Tried to evict them, they said, 'fuck that!'
Dirt on the fingernails, wounds don't heal
Shrimp on my double burger value meal
Dick suck some hookers with no teeth
And still got lips and loopy ass cheeks
I'm the melted ice cream covered in ants
Got dry blood and guts on my favorite black pants
This freaky bitch tried to piss on me
So I shit on her so that shit could see
That killas don't swing like that
So I opened her neden real wide and I stuck in a rat
Why you think all the hood rats ask me
Blaze, why the fuck is you so damn nasty?
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty...you nasty...
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty Blaze, you nasty
You nasty...you nasty...
"Shut the fuck up, bitch!"
6) Str8 Outta Detroit
Bitch, you can straight up eat a mothafuckin' dick! I'm lookin' at the mothafuckin' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that mothafuckin' dead homie, BLAZE!! See, we represent a mothafuckin' hatchet on the daily. WORLD WIDE BABY!! But for this moment in time, we wanna give up props to D-Town (DETROIT!!!)
Straight outta Detroit, crazy mothafucka named Blaze
Back from the dead, tell my story on the front page
When I'm jackin'
I got a Mack-10
Squeeze the trigger off for criminals and axes
Which wanna y'alls wanna fuck with me?
The police are gonna have to come and get me
We stompin' yo ass, bitch I ain't goin' out
All you suckas, ain't nobody showin' out
Niggas wanna set trip
Try and talk shit
Cold cock yo' ass and leave you with yo' wigsplit
Goin' off on any bitch like that
With a gat
That's pointed at yo' dome!
So give it up sucka
I'm down with Anybody, "Drive-By, muthafucka!!"
He's a murderer, best keep yo' distance
Down with the Family, like Charles Manson
Crook throwaway is a mothafuckin' tool
Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool
Me and you can go, toe to toe, maybe
On the corner, strapped, slangin' rocks daily
And turned weekly, monthly, and yearly
All the thugs in the hood represent me
Cuz I'm down with a capital D-E-T
Bitch, you can't fuck with me!
When I'm in yo' neighborhood, you better duck
Ya Dead Homie, still crazy as fuck
Mashin' on you bitches, I think you get the point
Eastside, mothafucka, comin' straight outta Detroit
"Yo, Anybody, tell em' where you from!"
Straight outta Detroit, the name is Anybody Killa
Every bitch I choke, yo, my rep gets bigga
I'm a thug muthafucka, and you know this
But you playa hatin' bitches better never ever show this
I don't give a fuck, I make my cheese
Middle finger in the air screamin' "Fuck the police!"
Straight servin', we call a cop car, jack it
Run your donuts, your guns, and your badges
Shoot a muthafucka in a minute
For some hood rat pussy and go up in it
So if you at a show
In the front row
I'ma call you a bitch if yo' ass ain't a juggalo
Bitches gettin' mad, bitches ain't shit
Bitches and hoes can eat a muthafuckin' dick
I'm a crazy muthafucka from the streets
With them thug ass lyrics and them thug ass beats
Anybody controls the automatic
So any punk muthafucka that start static
With my dead homie, or by myself
Everytime, I pull the AK off the shelf
Security is maximum and that's a law
K-I-double-L-A, I'm raw
Bitch, I'm a muthafuckin' villan
Stand in my way and you're witnessin' the killin'
Creepin' up without a clue
And once you in the scope, yo' ass is through
So bitch, you better get a grip
Cuz Anybody Killa's on a gangsta tip
Straight outta Detroit!
"J is his name and the boy's comin'..."
Straight outta Detroit!
Is it nut that I'm cut
Like whut?
And make your sister eat butt
Dangerous
A thug claimin' Southwest
I'll leave an axe hangin' outta yo' chest
See I don't give a fuck, that's the problem
I see a muthafuckin' cop, I'ma stop him
Play it smart and ask for directions
And then shank him in the fuckin' midsection
To me, it's kinda funny, this Prozac
I don't know where the fuck I'm goin' or where the fuck I'm at
I'm just rollin', lookin' for some ecstasy
So I can get high and fuck this bitch next to me
Ruthless...is the label that's floppin'
But the hatchetman be choppin'
Cuz it really don't matter bout me
It's all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Feel a little gust of wind and you're dead
Cuz an axe just severed yo' head
And what about the bitch that got shot?
She gave me herpes so I shot her in the back
This be an autobiography
Of Blaze, he's dead and gone, but ain't lonely
Dark Lotus will slaughter your mother
And slap your brother
Straight outta Detroit!
"Oh my God!"
"Oh my...Oh my God!"
"Oh my...Oh my God!"
"Oh my God!"
7) Maggot Face
Here come the maggots, feedin' on my flesh
Here come the maggots, feedin' on my flesh
Here come the maggots, feedin' on my flesh
Here come the maggots, feedin' on my flesh
Here come the maggots, feedin' on my flesh
Here come the maggots, feedin' on my flesh
Here come the maggots, feedin' on my flesh
Here come the maggots, feedin' on my flesh
Darkness, buried underground
Three slugs to my chest, never been found
I'm decomposin', my lungs collapsed
My flesh is food for the maggots on my back
Got my gat, they can't help but see my body paralyzed
I can feel them crawlin' on my eyes
And lookin' for the open wounds, the smell of death
Now they on the march to my face to eat my flesh
Started on my chest when the first bullet entered
A hundred maggots scattered, started diggin' in the center
Tearin' up my insides, steal a piece of rib
Then runnin' from hollow back to the crib
They all found one route right on my chest
And headed on back to my face to rest
The trip to my head was like a race
They all made it though, and that's why I got a maggot face
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
I got maggots on face, three quarters of my body
And runnin' thru my veins like a....IV
Feedin' off the blood and flesh to take control
Of a lifeless corpse, dead man without a soul
Tryin' to maintain while they crawl thru my bloodstream
I can feel em' movin' from my neck to my brain
To my eyelids, to the back of my spine
From my feet on up to my muthafuckin' mind!
They wanna take control of my body and brain chemicals
Suckas out there tryin' to rob my fuckin' casket
On my goods, it's like a 40 of formeldahyde
A 9. millimeter, couple pulled a drive-by
My do-rags and my sawed off shotgun
Any sucka get within 2 feet, I popped him
And I do you in before you bitch a case
Awarded to you bitches straight from the maggot face
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
Here come the maggots, feedin' on my flesh
Here come the maggots, feedin' on my flesh
Here come the maggots, feedin' on my flesh
Here come the maggots, feedin' on my flesh
Here come the maggots, feedin' on my flesh
Here come the maggots, feedin' on my flesh
Here come the maggots, feedin' on my flesh
Here come the maggots, feedin' on my flesh
Now your homie Blaze, got a maggot face
Got me creepin' out the casket just to erase
Suckas on the block cuz the maggots gotta eat
Scoped three fools with my semi auto heat
Drag they fuckin' bodies back into the casket
Choppin' limps up with a hatchet
Flesh from the living, ain't no better taste
Brought from the dead man, the muthafuckin' maggot face
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
NOW I GOT A MAGGOT FACE AND I DON'T CARE!
8) Here I Am
Here I am
I'm right here dawg
Well here I am
I'm right here nigga
Here I am
I'm right here bitch
Well here I am
And I'm runnin' with a hatchet
Well here I am, a lunatic from head to toe
I sleep in caverns with the dead, but don't let nobody know
That I'm not your ordinary, average, every day type person
We keep it live while y'all niggas be rehearsin'
Cursin' us, hopin' that we disappear
But we been in the game for so many, many years
That we never gon' stop and we never gon' fade
Twiztid in this bitch with the juggalo serande
Vampire, serial killa with an axe
I'm a maniac
Scarin' niggas straight into a heart attack
Life is like a relapse
Can you see that?
My name is Jamie Madrox, represented by the bat
Dark night, dark skies
Milk white eyes
People of the sunlight better be advised
There's a new breed of killa on the street today
Here I am, I'm a maniac, what you say?
Here I am
I'm right here dawg
Well here I am
I'm right here nigga
Here I am
I'm right here bitch
Well here I am
And I'm runnin' with a hatchet
Where my dead thugs?
Who jack fools and slang drugs
And call each other blood and cuz
Who ain't afraid to ride thru the hood with a piece in they lap
I'm just a killa bitch, you don't wanna a nigga on the ground
Life is cold like a 4-0-Z
Only thugs and killas be the ones down to ride with me
Where my killas at?
Shootin' up right back
And all you bitch muthafuckas, you can get the nutsac
Things change in the hood fast, can't think slow
Stay away from all the busta ass bitches and hoes
And for the 5-0
Gimme the slugs and the rifle
I turn a pig into a sloppy joe
No bitch in blue gonna tell me shit
I hope your badge can protect ya from the shotgun, bitch
From the cradle to the grave and the end of time
I hold it down, ask me where I'm at nigga, you know the time
Here I am
I'm right here dawg
Well here I am
I'm right here nigga
Here I am
I'm right here bitch
Well here I am
And I'm runnin' with a hatchet
I rock the wicked with my nigga big Blaze and Madrox
You can try to shake my gates and can't fade my padlocks
You see me represent my hood and my homies for mad blocks
Here to slaughter all you fake ass Biggie's and 2Pac's
Two glocks, it ain't enough, you better hit the streets hard
And pray that I don't catch you and find you a graveyard
I'm a psycho thug
Fuck your iced out mug
I spend my money on a casket and some fat ass buds
I slip your girl a little drug and now she's sleepin' with me
And when she finally came around, the bitch called the police
I'm a generation X reject from '85
With a pack of 'Ports, a fresh ass mullet, and 9 lives
I'm disguised and disgusted
Don't get yo' shit busted
And that one bitch that I trusted
I bucked her with my musket
Am I really hard to find? Well, here I am
Conjure like the spirits and Ouija's from other lands
Here I am
I'm right here dawg
Here I am
I'm right here dawg
Here I am
I'm right here dawg
Well here I am
And I'm runnin' with a hatchet!!
9) Hood Ratz
The sun goes down and I crept out the cemetery
Lookin' for hood rat hoes, like this bitch Mary
Known to fuck
Known to suck
Every nigga that I know done been in the guts
But when it came to me, she wanted to front
Said my gear was dirty and smelled of dead funk
She probably woulda kept talkin' if I let her
But I slapped her in the mouth and put my dick in for pleasure
Then she started actin' erotic
And got excited
Story done changed and in the pussy I'm invited
She wanted me to tag the pussy
Wax the pussy
Go down south....
Hold up bitch, get the fuck out
"You ain't famous, bitch!"
And if so, I don't give a fuck
I stay real with dirty hoes and love to get my dick a suck
Don't get it flipped ho, you's a hood rat
Only good for fuckin' and suckin' cuz it's like that
Bitch, you's a hood rat
I'm just tryin' to fuck!
Do it like a rat
Face down, ass up!
Chicken head
Dirty ass
No good trick
Hood rat bitch, you can
SUCK THIS DICK!
Old school rhymes bring back teenage memories
Like when I was dating Betty and fucking Denise
Or drinkin' Sisco
In the park with some hoes
After dark, play hide and go get it like a sport
But things change, fuck Sisco, fuck the park
??? on the bitches with a brand new car
Semen swallowers
Orgasm hollerers
Hit it from the back
Chronic sack
Smokin' girls with mad dollars
Now it's a whole new day, different story
Ran into a bitch named Tracy and her cousin Tori
They was walkin' and they needed a ride
Pulled up the curb and they both got inside
Cracked open the 4-0, then I took a sip
Now which one of y'all bitches suckin' my dick
Then they knew the time, cuz they down for the benefit
Hood rat hoes, pussy always warm and wet
Bitch, you's a hood rat
I'm just tryin' to fuck!
Do it like a rat
Face down, ass up!
Chicken head
Dirty ass
No good trick
Hood rat bitch, you can
SUCK THIS DICK!
Every day in the neighborhood, it's a hood rat fest
Jogging pants and house shoes with they hair a mess
Hoochie mamas
Causin' drama
Like a 9-5
"Happy Baby Daddy Day!"
Bitch, that kid ain't mine!
I was strollin' to the liquor store one day
Smokin' on a big fuckin' fat J
Seen a chicken head comin' my way
It was a toss up, had this killa straight up amazed
It was a good day
Never had to take the .9 off safety
Every feind that I seen was glad to pay me
5-0 ridin' by
Wavin' high
Without the bright lights from the ghetto bird in the sky
Today's the first time I ever seen the hood could look fine
Get this, weedman sellin' twenties for dimes
Oooh! Dirt for future in my dead crazy past
Dirty gangsta money gets you dirty gangsta ass!
Bitch, you's a hood rat
I'm just tryin' to fuck!
Do it like a rat
Face down, ass up!
Chicken head
Dirty ass
No good trick
Hood rat bitch, you can
SUCK THIS DICK!
Bitch, you's a hood rat
I'm just tryin' to fuck!
Do it like a rat
Face down, ass up!
Chicken head
Dirty ass
No good trick
Hood rat bitch, you can
SUCK THIS DICK!
10) Hatchet Luv
You's a bitch
Trick ass, snitch mothafuca
Type bitch, sleepin' with the enemy, sucka
Don't let me catch ya slippin' in the darkness
We ain't friends, a nigga ain't forgot shit
You still a bitch, fuck your homeboys too
Got a slug for every muthafucka in yo' crew
Bitch you ain't hard, yo crew ain't shit
Take my dick out yo' mouth when you speakin' the shit
When the shotgun blasts, muthafuckin' hauled off
Ain't no escapin' the muthafuckin' sawed off
12 gauge bullet spray
And the ambulance come to take your body away
You still a bitch, ridin' to the hospital
Keep lookin' for the doctor to wire your jaw
You'll be a bitch muthafucka till the day you die
And I put that on the hatchet, my homies, and Drive-By
I put that on the hatchet!
I ride for my homies!
I put that on the hatchet!
I die for my homies!
I put that on the hatchet!
From the cradle to the casket!
I put that on the hatchet!
Always reppin' Psychopathic!
Throw yo' hatchets up
Throw yo' hatchets up
Throw yo' hatchets up
Throw yo' hatchets up
Throw yo' hatchets up
Throw yo' hatchets up
Throw yo' hatchets up
Throw yo' hatchets up
11) Saturday Afternoon
Who wanna ride?!
Who wanna ride?!
Who wanna ride?!
It's a Saturday afternoon on the Eastside
Mashin' in the bucket, sippin' on formeldahyde
Pockets lookin' sore so you know I gotta go
Pull a 2-11 on the neighborhood sto'
Mash on the gas, then I hit the pavement
Jumped out the bucket, headed straight in
Told the fuckin' clerk, put the money on the table
I'm a lunatic and my mind is unstable
He stuttered like a bitch
Tryin' to stop the hit
Shakin' like a twig
So you know I dumped the clip!
16 shots left his body on the flo'
Break the register, took the money, and I broke
Out the fuckin' back do' straight to the bucket
Put the money in, start the ride, and I punch it
Been from the hood, straight shots in the daylight
A normal Saturday for Blaze on the Eastside
Every Saturday afternoon!
(Who wanna ride?!)
I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
(Who wanna ride?!)
Every Saturday afternoon!
(Who wanna ride?!)
I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
Headed on back the crib to count my dough
Got 200 dollars and I'm lookin' for mo'
Cuz I'm greedy and I'm back on the streets
Rollin' thru the hood, to another store I creep
Now I'm on my feet cuz the cops is on my tail
They wanna see me go to jail with no bail
But they can't cuz I'm rockin' a hoodie
A .45 cal. in my waist, so don't push me
Same Saturday, still hittin' licks for cash
Walked into Carlins, demanded all his stash
The sucka talked shit, but filled the bag up
Guess he thought his homie in the back was gonna tag him
Blaze, and he came out from the back room
Runnin' at a dead homie, Blaze, with a broom
I put two slugs in they muthafuckin' chest
Saturday afternoon, I laid them hoes to rest
Every Saturday afternoon!
(Who wanna ride?!)
I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
(Who wanna ride?!)
Every Saturday afternoon!
(Who wanna ride?!)
I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
Walk out the Carlin's, headed 'cross Grashiot
Cops rollin' by, my hoodie up, I'm mashin'
Went to count my cash, got 5 C-notes
Need 5 mo' for some weed to smoke
So I know I gotta rob a suburb store
In the suburbs they keep real cash in they drawer
Not like the ghetto just nickel and dime shit
Tired of walkin' so I car jacked a bitch
At the stoplight, I jumped in, told her get out
Call the cops, I know where you live, I'll put your lights out
Now I'm mashin' down the block
To the liquor spot
Found a purse, went thru it in the parkin' lot
Whaddya know, the bitch had $600 dollars
The sun's still out so you know I'm gonna follow
Through with the plan, robbib' suckas for they cheddar
On Saturday, still a G, down to the letter
Every Saturday afternoon!
(Who wanna ride?!)
I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
(Who wanna ride?!)
Every Saturday afternoon!
(Who wanna ride?!)
I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
Every Saturday afternoon!
(Who wanna ride?!)
I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
(Who wanna ride?!)
Every Saturday afternoon!
(Who wanna ride?!)
I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
"4...3..3...2....2....2...1....1......."
Who wanna ride?!
Who wanna ride?!
Who wanna ride?!
Who wanna ride?
12) Given Half The Chance
Given half the chance
To do it all again
From start to the finish
And change how it ends
Question: what would you do, huh?
What would you do?
If given half the chance
To change whatever you wanted to?
What if I never died?
What if I survived?
To see the age of 25
No more creepin' in the dark sleepin' under trees
Park bench with a blanket with some leaves
Please
People scream at the sight of a man that'll melt sunlight
Aight!
Now if I was given a chance to change it all
I would at least gave my homies a call
I miss y'all
If I could change anything, it would be the mirror
When I look into a mirror
I don't see me there
I can't fix my hair or check my clothes
I can't even see it if there's a booger hangin' out my nose
I'm a hologram, but check it, I'ma feed em' back
On my bathroom floor, stuck deep within a tile crack
What am I? Who am I? Where?
If I could change anything, I would be here
Given half the chance
To do it all again
From start to the finish
And change how it ends
Question: what would you do, huh?
What would you do?
If given half the chance
To change whatever you wanted to? Given half the chance
To do it all again
From start to the finish
And change how it ends
Question: what would you do, huh?
What would you do?
If given half the chance
To change whatever you wanted to?
If I ever had the chance, I know I'd be a ghost
I'd be that monster in the dark and scare the shit outta folks
I'd be that bumpin' in the night zone
I'd be that reason every time you go to sleep you need some mothafuckin' lights on
I'd be that ruler of the spirit land
Conjuring demons and gargoyles, hidin' all your contraband
You can have em' come and bless the house
But if I get the chance, then ain't nobody gettin' out
Don't nobody care that I'm trapped in a pine box
Smooth with the buttoned up shirt and the dress socks
It's getting harder to breathe, hello, I'm dying
The air is getting thinner, I'm past the point of cryin'
Okay, the joke is over
I'm rollin' over on my back
To free myself from the casket
Given half the chance to live again and be alive
I could reside in heaven or hell and never have to die
Given half the chance
To do it all again
From start to the finish
And change how it ends
Question: what would you do, huh?
What would you do?
If given half the chance
To change whatever you wanted to?
Given half the chance
To do it all again
From start to the finish
And change how it ends
Question: what would you do, huh?
What would you do?
If given half the chance
To change whatever you wanted to?
If I could change anything, I'd clip the devil's wings
So everybody in the world could hear it when the angel sings
Queens and Kings bring things for children
Everybody's warm, nobody's soul's frozen
Nobody's chosen for heaven or hell
Everybody moves well
It's no souls for sell
There is no evil, there is no sorrow
If I could change anything, this would be tomorrow
Gimme just one chance, just one
Guaranteed 5 seconds and the job's done
Noah bank helly from out the Lotus Pod
With your vampire hands in my pocket's on my bank card
Bitch, now how the fuck you gon' try and tell me no
Can't see my babies today, that's why you gotta go
Babies mama, shit, why I call you that
Ain't n'thin' to me, been self-attained a hood rat
Given half the chance
To do it all again
From start to the finish
And change how it ends
Question: what would you do, huh?
What would you do?
If given half the chance
To change whatever you wanted to?
Given half the chance
To do it all again
From start to the finish
And change how it ends
Question: what would you do, huh?
What would you do?
If given half the chance
To change whatever you wanted to?
Given half the chance
To do it all again
From start to the finish
And change how it ends
Question: what would you do, huh?
What would you do?
If given half the chance
To change whatever you wanted to?
If ya...
13) U Can't Hurt Me Now
You're about to hear the tell of an indestructable man. He's dead and he's pissed. He's roamin' the streets at night lookin' for ways to die...should you encounter him, the undead, the dead ass zombie, do yourself a favor and get the fuck out!!
B to the L to the A-Z-E
Bitch mufucka, you can't hurt me
If you break my leg, then I break your back
Relax and kick back
In a bed of thumbtacks
Matter of fact
You can slit my throat
Spill blood on my leather Psychopathic though
I'ma laugh in your face, you can't kill a dead man
You can try...I'm serious, you can
Under my jersey, bullet holes bout the size of Millawkee
You better step up off me
Pale faced with the maggots all around
I leave a couple few off in each every town
My leg falls off every other day and shit
But I'ma try superglue a hair apiece sticks
So who you lookin' at, what you wanna do?
You can try to kill me, I'ma sho' gon' kill you
YOU, YOU CAN'T, YOU CAN'T HURT ME NOW!!
(Ain't shit you can do!)
AIN'T NOTHIN' STOPPIN' ME FROM KILLING YOU!!
YOU, YOU CAN'T, YOU CAN'T HURT ME NOW!!
(Ain't shit you can do!)
AIN'T NOTHIN' STOPPIN' ME FROM KILLING YOU!!
"Smelly mothafucka, get off of my lawn, you're scarin' my damn kid!"
I ate a pack of fire crackers, "did it mix?"
When I piss, sparks shoot straight outta my dick
Get the picture before I stab you with the knife
But you can't take somethin' that I don't have nothin' of, right?
That's right, I'm more than a ghost
I still slang keys on the corner by the light post
I can't walk the walk
But I stray scarin' more ho-ho's than Santa Claus
I been electrocuted, it ain't do shit
Except ???
I get ran down then I get back up
Pissin' down like a crackhead, curled up
My eyes swelled up and I can't see straight
Then I dive off the overpass on to the Interstate
Who you lookin' and what you wanna do?
You can try to kill me, I'ma sho' gon' kill you
YOU, YOU CAN'T, YOU CAN'T HURT ME NOW!!
(Ain't shit you can do!)
AIN'T NOTHIN' STOPPIN' ME FROM KILLING YOU!!
YOU, YOU CAN'T, YOU CAN'T HURT ME NOW!!
(Ain't shit you can do!)
AIN'T NOTHIN' STOPPIN' ME FROM KILLING YOU!!
Yo, this Anybody muthafuckin' Killa. This crew don't feel pain! We Psychopathic! We can't be hurt! Especially my dead homie Blaze. Tell me, how the hell a dead muthafucka gonna die?!?!
I drink liquid scar, cuz I like the taste
And thug on police till they mace my face
Went to the White House, pissed on the grass
I step to the President's wife to get some ass
Eat Halloween candy, blades in the center
"Man, how you be so mean?" I can't remember
My throat got cut but I sewed it back
Rap like, "*incoherent singing*"
And it's still phat
This muthafucka tried to stab me in my love handle
So I blew his lights out like a fuckin' candle
If you shoot me, you better bring a cannon
In the end, I'ma be the last G standin'
Can you imagine bleedin' every day
Wrappin' up wounds with rooms of duct tape
Who you lookin' at and what you wanna do?
You can try to kill me, I'ma sho' gon' kill you
YOU, YOU CAN'T, YOU CAN'T HURT ME NOW!!
(Ain't shit you can do!)
AIN'T NOTHIN' STOPPIN' ME FROM KILLING YOU!!
YOU, YOU CAN'T, YOU CAN'T HURT ME NOW!!
(Ain't shit you can do!)
AIN'T NOTHIN' STOPPIN' ME FROM KILLING YOU!!
YOU, YOU CAN'T, YOU CAN'T HURT ME NOW!!
(Ain't shit you can do!)
AIN'T NOTHIN' STOPPIN' ME FROM KILLING YOU!!
YOU, YOU CAN'T, YOU CAN'T HURT ME NOW!!
(Ain't shit you can do!)
AIN'T NOTHIN' STOPPIN' ME FROM KILLING YOU!!
Psycopathic!!
14) Thug 4 Life
I was a G in life, I'm still a G in death
And if you think I'm not a thug, don't hold your breath
My name is Blaze, and I roll with Anybody Killa
"Drive-By on this bitch, you bitch nigga!"
All you scary bitches, shut up and go inside
All my thug muthafuckas, come on, we bout to ride
Real G's in my hood don't be fuckin' around
Ya gotta be a clique thick before the sun goes down
You could get yo' life took
Smart mouth, dirty looks
By the product of the streets, hood G's and crooks
With a double barrelled shotgun pressed to your eye
I'ma take what's mine and I'ma say it one more time
I'ma take what's mine and I'ma leave with nothing less
For the three fuckin' slugs that I took in the chest
No rest for the killas equipped with mean mugs
Who know what it's like to be a muthafuckin' thug?
Niggas and hoes
Bitches ain't shit
All you haters, eat this dick
Who know what it's like
To be a thug for life...
Be a thug for life.....
Be a thug for life..........
Niggas and hoes
Bitches ain't shit
All you haters, eat this dick
Who know what it's like
To be a thug for life...
Be a thug for life.....
Be a thug for life..........
Late night, gettin' high
Thinkin' in my mind, hopin' everything's gonna be alright
Situations drive me insane
Now who's to blame?
Need someone who's down for me and not the fame
Is there anyone that I can trust in this fucked up world?
Reminiscin' of the bitchin' that you gave me girl
I'm all alone
Just me and my microphone
With the urge to do a drive-by
Ever since the day homie came back alive
"Throw ya hands up in the sky"
If you can feel me
"Roll it up and let's get high!"
If you can hear me
Anybody Killa's comin' for real
And it's the raw deal
Keep ya hands low or watch ya cap get peeled
Where ya gonna be when the phantom's floating after ya
In the zone muthafucka!
People running
Dead men gunning
Ya better watch your back, the juggalo with the hatchet is coming
Niggas and hoes
Bitches ain't shit
All you haters, eat this dick
Who know what it's like
To be a thug for life...
Be a thug for life.....
Be a thug for life..........
Niggas and hoes
Bitches ain't shit
All you haters, eat this dick
Who know what it's like
To be a thug for life...
Be a thug for life.....
Be a thug for life..........
Who the hardest, runnin' in a gang of two?
Down a 40 of formeldahyde and wax ya whole crew
Cuz ain't nobody seein' me on any fuckin' street
True thug, keep it real with the heat
Hittin' licks on the low cuz I'm lowdown
Dirty dog from the casket and underground
But I never sleep!
And we still got beef
When suckas recognize Drive-By
We murder muthafuckas!
Man, where ya gonna be 10 years from now?
Swimming in the gates of hell sayin' that you was down
Misunderstood and outta control
The microphone relieve's stress
So I'ma do my best to impress
Every single human being that's involved with me
Time for Drive-By to take em' where their eyes can see
Juggalos, wave yo' hands from side to side
Juggalettes, show them titties if ya fuckin' tonight
Niggas and hoes
Bitches ain't shit
All you haters, eat this dick
Who know what it's like
To be a thug for life...
Be a thug for life.....
Be a thug for life..........
Niggas and hoes
Bitches ain't shit
All you haters, eat this dick
Who know what it's like
To be a thug for life...
Be a thug for life.....
Be a thug for life..........
Niggas and hoes
Bitches ain't shit
All you haters, eat this dick
Who know what it's like
To be a thug for life...
Be a thug for life.....
Be a thug for life..........
Niggas and hoes
Bitches ain't shit
All you haters, eat this dick
Who know what it's like
To be a thug for life...
Be a thug for life.....
Be a thug for life..........
Oh...oh yeah....it ain't over muthafucka
15) Hatchet Execution
I represent Southwest, Del-Ray Jefferson
Festival ridin', we deemed around the Mexican
Me and Violent J, we murder heroin addicts
With every different saws, screwdrivers, and automatics
I like killin' anybody, I'm like Anybody Killa
I'm stompin' thru yo' city like a little Godzilla
I'll cut ya dick and balls off and make ya eat em'
Then choke yo' ass to death so you won't even need em'
Punk bitch!
You ever felt like you a freak in the night?
Outcasted to the shadows cuz you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's certain rituals for bein' ghetto
Keep yo' ass underground, when it's dark, go balistic
I'm representin' all the crazy juggalos
With a hatchet in they hand, smokin' blunts after shows
Think about it, you gotta give it up to Blaze
I mean the guy is fuckin' dead in 47 different ways
Yet he's leavin' Heaven hangin'
And chillin' with his boys
At least until they get his room ready in the Nethervoid
For now he hits the joint until it ain't none left
Which ain't bad for a dead guy supposedly with no breath
Death ain't scary, look at Blaze, he's straight
Even with the maggots and all, he looks great
Because I take out my hatchet and I quickly start axin'
I go juggaloco like a crazy assassin
Twiztid and the Posse, we say nothing confusing
Why? Why? Why?
It's just a hatchet execution.....
A Psychopathic execution
Throw it up y'all, lemme see yo' set shinin'
Rhymin'
For this paper, ain't nothin', get back to grindin'
On the Eastside
We ride
And Drive-By
And if you actin' live, kiss yo' mama and wave her bye-bye
I try
To get along and it don't work
I love to hurt
Whip out the pistol and do the dirt
I lay em' all down, shootin' in crowds and head-bustin'
Have yo' people cussin'
He shot that muthafucka for nothin'
I'm that dead body walkin' retarded and crazy
And I'm down to bust shots at cops on the daily
Still claimin' Eastside but sides ain't shit
Cuz we all got love for the muthafuckin' hatchet
I got a little problem with actin' a fool
I get Violent like J and then I spray up the room
Unfadable, real G's never goin' out
So I died, now I'm back, and I blast, and I'm out!
Rock N Rye with Hennessy
Dirty sex in alleyways
Chillin' with the heads, drug dealers, and the runaways
Killa, put yo' gun away
Don't make me take yo' life
Type of muthafucka bring an axe to a gunfight
Represent the family with the utmost pride
And we runnin' with a hatchet, muthafucka, do or die
Die muthafucka is what I'm screamin' when they go
And 187 on a muthafuckin' juggahoe!
Because I take out my hatchet and I quickly start axin'
I go juggaloco like a crazy assassin
Twiztid and the Posse, we say nothing confusing
Why? Why? Why?
It's just a hatchet execution.....
A Psychopathic execution...
It's just a hatchet execution....
A Psychopathic execution...
Man, fuck that, that ain't the end of this shit. I been waitin' a long time for this muthafuckin' album to drop and I gotta send a couple shouts out to my muthafuckin' homies: Alex Abbiss, Billy Bill, muthafuckin' Stef, Dirk, my homie Jumpsteady...my muthafuckin' partner Rude Boy...my muthafuckin' homie Tom Dub...Psychopathic Patrick...muthafuckin' Jelly Nuts...Pickles...N-Cubed in this muthafucka...Barry, Matt Nips, Steve, Jeremy, Matt, Eric, and muthafuckin' Adam....hey, hold up, what the fuck you doin' man? You better turn that muthafuckin' music back on, I ain't done yet....Nate The Mack, Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope, Monoxide, Jamie Madrox, my homie Anybody Killa...that one crazy muthafucka Jeff....Tall Jess....Mike P....J Dirty, muthafuckin' Rah-Rah....my homie Synn....my homies in muthafuckin' Dark Lotus and Psychopathic Rydas....Big Baby Sweets, Sugar Beat, Stank and Poot, Moonglorious, Southern Crumpet, my homie Krayzie Bone from muthafuckin' Bone Thugs, and the Triple Six Mafia in this muthafucka! And that's Psychopathic till the day we die, BITCH!!!!............Oh yeah, and I gotta say wassup to my muthafuckin' homies, THE JUGGALOS, bumpin' this shit right now!! YEAH!! |
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