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4 The Fam
1) Wigsplit (Jalepana & Nacko Dip Mix)
2) Superstar
3) Gravy Boatz
4) Light N' Truth
5) Vintage Interview With Monoxide
1) Wigsplit (Jalepana & Nacko Dip Mix)
(Monoxide)
We cracked your head in half
It wasn't funny but we laugh
Twiztid running this bitch for nine dash
A car crash is no equivalent
We far from innocent
Crossing the valley and we gets ignorant
Acting belligerent on the daily
Hoping that somebody can save me
But I guess I'm dead wrong
All by myself
Fuck everyone else I'm in a hole
And I can't breathe my lungs swole
Bad dreams when I sleeping
Everybody constantly creeping
Feeling so weak and I can't see them
My conscience keep leaving me
Falling in and out
Waking up in puddles of sweat and cotton mouth
Them down south niggas don't know about this
And niggas on the westside way to pissed
Because it's eastside niggas talking hardcore shit
Enough to get the northside hit
We legit like a mothafucka
Chilling with million dollar peoples
Digging up graves and acting evil
You looking for the sequel
More like something close to equal
You rappers don't even sequel with bitches in Toledo. What?
(Chorus)
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
(Madrox)
I smoke to many cigarettes and get high to much
Don't work enough
Shit is to rough
I could give a fuck less if the whole world blow up
Or what gang signs niggas throw up
I'm to fed up to keep my head up
So I let it drag
Can't afford a belt so my pants sag
Everybody 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's taking half our money and he chilling tax free
And if you ask me that's 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 twenty 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 their mouth and a badge in they ass
Because the pigs don't get no class
They get their wigs spilt
(Chrous)
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
(Monoxide)
My life is falling to pieces
Fuck you I hope you die
In the casket where I lie
And burn my body so I wont attract flies
In my eye's a look of terror, cold as ice
So what if I slit my wrist once or twice
(Madrox)
Now I can split your wig with my aluminum bat
Or I can blow your eardrums with my brain dead rap
And you can call it this or that
But I swing to the other
Word to the Monoxide Child, my brother
No other represent this
Effervescent knowledge for Twiztid education
I got the lesson
Bloody text book
Kill the next motherfucker that look
And always shaken ya never shooken
Get your wig spilt bitch and we out (x3)
Tell these motherfuckers what we talking about
(Chorus Repeats Till End)
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
Die, die
Die mothafucka, mothafucka
2) Superstar
"Whassup, man?"
"What up?"
"Can you believe I went in this mothafucking place and this, this arrogant son of a bitch behind the counter had the nerve to call me a fucking superstar"
"Rock star"
"No, I, no, a superstar, a rock star none the less, but a superstar, yes, no, and, and what I don't understand is how the fuck am I a superstar? How are you a superstar? We don't got a fucking video on MTV"
"No!"
"I got one car! And it's got a flat tire and a fucking broken rear view mirror"
"I got two cars"
"You got two cars?"
"But still..."
"You might be a superstar"
"No"
"I seen you flying around the hood"
"No!"
"You might be a superstar"
"Never!"
"Ok, well look, so I don't understand that shit, basically that shit ain't shit to me, I ain't a mothafucking.."
"You might be a rock star. Ya know, maybe a rock star"
"You could be a rock star. With a little bit of effort and a video. I can work you into some A&R. I can get you on the radio, you, my friend, can be a rock star"
"Nice"
"Warped Tour, baby"
(Chorus)
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Everybody come on
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit (Say what?)
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Everybody come on
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Don't let it go to your head
(Monoxide)
I'm rocking a phat ass mink, and some chipped sunglasses
So sweet and sticky they call me Lil Molasses
Don't let it fool you though, I'm a neck slitter
Chest hair permed, all covered in glitter
I got bitches falling out of my pockets at all times
Lying on me, spreading these rumors, to all kinds
Hating on me, leaving these people with false lines
Bitch, you must be out your god damn mind
Understand I'm the mothafucking shit, bitch
And you ain't got to say it, I can see it on your lips, please
Put my dick on a hot dog bun and put that in your mouth
And keep my name off your tongue, hoe (BIATCH!)
Pink fun and that Twiztid thong
I got my homie in the car waiting all night long
I ain't shit (Yeah)
You can let the whole world know
The only way I gets some pussy's if the bitch is a hoe (Eat a dick)
(Chorus)
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Everybody come on
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit (Say what?)
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Everybody come on
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Don't let it go to your head
(Madrox)
Superstar with the boots and a big old dick
Neck, chest, and dick tip covered in lipstick
Rhinestone sunglasses
Nipples tells us about those tender young asses
And fucking in a casket
We like ass with bounce to the ounce
All you lame hoes go and ask your friends what I'm talking about
Light built, with dollor bills
Got a chauffer with a limo
I ain't never touch a steering wheel
Besides I'm to fine to drive
And ever the show it's about getting high
Let's talk about you for a second
Then lets talk about me for an hour and a half
Oh yeah, here go that autograph you asking about
And don't forget to flash your titties on the way out
See, I'm a superstar, hell I'm on my own dick
Even though I ain't shit
And everyone know it
(Chorus Repeats Till End)
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Everybody come on
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit (Say what?)
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Everybody come on
Superstar, you ain't shit
Superstar, you ain't shit
Don't let it go to your head
3) Gravy Boatz
(Chorus x3)
Mashed potatos, we're unable to row, riding on a gravy boat
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh gravy boat!
(Madrox)
We run shit like constipation on Exlax
All up in your pocket like Uncle Sam and the income tax
Can you relax when shit is run a mile a minute?
Play the industry like pussy, grab your dick and get up in it (Are you in it to win it?)
As we prevail, with shit so obese that it's tipping the scale
I been to Hell, heavy hot mothafucka walking the Earth since child birth
Never went to school, and when I did, I ate my homework
Never played a fool, and if I did, I was a poser
You can't blame a nerd for trying to get closer (Now I'm the poster boy!)
For geeks and freaks and chainsaw murderers that seldom ever sleep
They call me Stay-Puft Marshmellow
Man cause I was so fat my arms looked like they were sectioned off in rubber bands
Would it ever change?
I prayed and hope it
Throw a scoop of mash potatos, see the chorus for the gravy boat
(Chorus x3)
Mashed potatos, we're unable to row, riding on a gravy boat
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh gravy boat!
(Monoxide)
I'm on D!
Abstruction of justice and all that
Fuck the cops, where my mothafucking dogs at?
Your corner boy with the teddy bear nose, and the fake ass asortment of hoes
I'm changing clothes like a true scrub, maybe twice a week
And smoking weed till my eyeballs bleed
Once I hit the Lotto
Crazy money, millions and G's, and then I split that shit on the trees
Treat me like the freak I am
Don't ever route me on a tour to Japan, I base it all up on my sound scan
So glad you leave my tastebuds fiending, with a slow jam singing, and some fake thug clinging to ya
I see the gangstas just walk on through, and ain't a mothafucking thing you can do
Shit, my brain blew out on concrete, but my feet keep moving to another beat
Like the Jedi Luke Skywalker
(Chorus x3)
Mashed potatos, we're unable to row, riding on a gravy boat
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh gravy boat!
*musical interlude*
(Chorus x3)
Mashed potatos, we're unable to row, riding on a gravy boat
Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh gravy boat!
4) Light N' Truth
You expect me to be young and dumb because of my appearance
I'm walking with the dead, and talking to the spirits
Open is a ear when a nigga broadcast
Hidden between the channels the remote pass
You don't have to ask, I understand you're scared
Sitting at the table you so eagerly prepared
Are you ready?
Here's the world in a nutshell
Evil is everywhere, everybody got a place in Hell
And Heaven's gates are tall and strong
And the Father is forgiving for however you wrong
If you think life is a game of chance, be prepared to throw down when it's time to dance
If you're young enjoy it, cause your youth is gold
Never waste time, every single day you grow old
Written is a page in the Book for you
And hard times and bad luck to see what you would do
(Chorus)
Now we look to the sky for the light and truth
I'll see you again in the morning
Now we look to the sky for the light and truth
I'll see you again in the morning
You're a machine
That's not really what I mean, what I mean is if you're programmed tight ya might not malfunction
Taught to be militant, given education so never be an idiot
If ya never wanna be a nothing forever, ya better stop all that talk and get your shit together
Ya gotta think
And take into consideration all the people, all the problems that they facing
You don't understand what your own life about, so how the fuck you supposed to help another mothafucka out?
Ya got bills piling up a mile high, got a card in the mail says some family died
And now you're stressed
Pressure is a bitch, you can go on like a sucker or stay and be victorious
Written is a page in the Book for you
And hard times and bad luck to see what you would do
(Chorus)
Now we look to the sky for the light and truth
I'll see you again in the morning
Now we look to the sky for the light and truth
I'll see you again in the morning
Raging is a way to escape
But I remind you that when you come back it's still gonna be the same way
It's up to you
Now what you gonna do?
You can cry to the world and tell them you played the fool, but nobody cares
We all got problems of our own, man
And you're so crazy that's it's hard to hold it down, and some of us break and fall apart
And some of us just pause and we need to restart
Thinking
Process of a man to evolve and create and conquer what he can
Living in a world where the elevated live well
The population double daily in Hell
And having all that gotta weigh the soul
Gotta have a mothafucka wanna lose control
Written in the Book is a page for you
And hard times and bad luck to see what you would do
(Chorus)
Now we look to the sky for the light and truth
I'll see you again in the morning
Now we look to the sky for the light and truth
I'll see you again in the morning
5) Vintage Interview With Monoxide
Describe a typical day for Twiztid before a show.
It's different in two different ways because we spend our days differently. You know, the larger one being sleeping until doors, and bein' a kaldascope of different things. I'm usualy up and walking around, fucking with the Juggalos. I go down to the venue and fuck around with them, smoke some weed with em. You know what I'm sayin'? Hang out, read through the book of spells. Stuff like that. But... it's different. We don't like the day. You know what I'm sayin'? If everything was night that would be awesome, because that's when we get our gig on.
Aight well okay when you guys are doing a tour, you may pass over some cities and some people think oh "Twiztid doesn't like us" you know "ICP doesn't like us" but obviously usually that's not the case. What does it take to put a tour together? You know like why do you pass over some cities sometimes or hit a city sometimes...
Well what it is, i'd say about 85% of the cities in the United States Of America already don't want us to play there. It has nothing to do with us, you know what I'm sayin? We know there's Juggalos everywhere and if we could go anywhere we could... But for example Milwaukee was a place, I mean, they didn't want us there. Their city officials were like 'Hell no.' Their governor was like 'Fuck you,' their mayor, everything. It comes down to shit like that, it comes down to politics. It has nothing to do with us, we don't make that. I mean, there are cities where we're like, we gotta go here, we gotta go there, but there's never been a time where we've been like 'We're never going there again' or shit like that. it's never like that. it's all up to the city. and it's getting harder and harder, dude they're doing shit like they won't let juggalos show up until, you know, 20 minutes before doors, shit like that. It's fuckin insane.
Now is it harder for you guys because of ICP? You know like i know a lot of places won't let ICP because of the faygo and they've heard the whole stories. Does that make it harder for you guys to book shows because you're with them?
Oh yeah. you know, we're thrown right into the same boat. Everybody who hates ICP, at least they have a reason to hate them. They'll give you a reason, but if you ask why they hate us, it's because we're with ICP. that's everybody. kids, parents, radio stations, video stations, record labels, promoters, booking agents. if they don't like them, 9 times out of 10 they dont like us. So what are you gunna fuckin do? Go around em.
Alright uh let's see. You guys releraes Mirror/Mirror as an EP, it had 10 songs on it though which is usually a little bigger, Why did you release it as an EP as opposed to waiting and putting four-five more tracks on and making it full length?
Well, actually we were doing something else. We were doing this Black Majik project. And that just kinda fell through, cuz it wasn't what we wanted. it was close, but it wasn't what we wanted. it was no different than a Twiztid song to me. it's like the song "Alone" was a Black Majik song, but I could picture it on Freekshow. So it was like, fuck, this shit's dope, we needa come out with an album. But we didn't want to come out with a full length. We didn't want everybody to take this album, like, this IS the big one, so to speak. there's no major label behind it, minimal distribution, you know, something strictly for the juggalos. We figured we'd say it was an EP to flip everybody's wig when they see, you know, 'Oh shit, there's 10 songs on here.' so that's dope, that's why we didn't print the track listing until you bought the cd and opened it and said "Damn, there's a lot more than 5 songs on here."
Uh let's see aight heres a question. On "Through Your Eyes" on the Mirror/Mirror, you said, or i don't know if it was you or Madrox right now but you said:
I’m not a puppet, so don’t pull my strings
I don’t need nobody trying to hold me, console me, control me, shit
You’re the one trying to change me, make me into something that I’m not.
And alot of people on the internet, i know there's a lot of bullshit and speculation on the internet
That we dissed ICP?
Yeah, yeah can you comment on that?
It's nothing like that. It's about the mainstream. Mainstream America and what happens when something like us is filtered into that. it's like, we were on Island-Def Jam, and the first thing they did was send us back a track listing with every word to every song, every line on the album, with fuckin lines crossed out of it. They want us on their record label, they want us to make them money, but they don't want us to do it our way. They want to change us. So we're like fuck you. We left that record label. No, hell no. Anybody who thinks that we're dissin ICP is a fuckin juggahoe. And you can print that.
It's just that, you guys didn't used to do make-up, people thought that you used to be more hip hop/rappier, and then Freekshow you got more rockier, like ICP was doin. So that's what led people to believe maybe this was some sort of diss.
If you think about it, ICP is not the only ones who did that shit. Papa Roach did it, Limp Bizkit did it, Kid Rock did it. You know, everybody did it. All these motherfucking rock bands are trying to be rap, and they sound like shit. They can't hold a candle to it. So, it was kind of like a pun almost, kind of like a joke. All these motherfuckers are doing it, so we're like "We'll show you how easy it is." We like it it's cool, but that aint us. All there motherfuckers are doing it, but we only get compared to icp. Which is cool, it's fine. We dont trip. But for people to think that we're dissin them, fuckin insane. I can't beleive that shit. But I dunno, I guess. It sounds like the juggalos want us to diss them sometimes.. fuckers are lookin for some drama. That's why I stay off the internet. For real dude, monoxide has nothing to do with the internet.
Can you give us any insight as to what the "Green Book" is?
You'll see. You'll see. You'll see. You'll see...... |
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