Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Shittalkaz (feat. Insane Clown Posse And Twiztid) Lyrics
f/ Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid* send corrections to the typist(Jamie Madrox talking)Yo this is serious shit right hereMe and my boys, we don't ***** aroundYou know what I'm sayin'?So if you diss me, my mutha *****in' people, or the niggas I roll withYou know what?Y'all done *****ed upHere go the shittalkin'(Monoxide Child)You's a ***** ass hoeWhat you really know about killas for real though?Stainin' my freek show, gang of lunaticsWe the rebels for the dead*****in' with us you'll lose your mutha *****in' headAnd now ya talkin' to your ***** ass hoes even a littleRather beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the hospitalCallin' me this, callin' me thatCause you's a ***** ass nigga from the jump I wanna slapWith the old school beat down, 10 on 1I don't remember no fair fights where I'm fromManiac and I'ma stand right where the bloodstain is atHopin' you come back, nigga ***** thatI'm the poster child of deathI'ma keep swingin' my axe till nuthin's leftI ain't havin' that so ***** you *****Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)Man I don't give a ***** how many records you sellStories you tell, nigga check yourselfAnd ***** that ***** that you're with tooWhen the shit go down, where the ***** your crew?Probably at home bumpin' someone elseWhen the shit went down they told you ***** yourselfNow you cryin' inside little thug still frontin'Thinkin' to yourself why the ***** you say somethingToo many niggas wanna beat me upSteal my shit, slap my *****I'm like ***** thisNow you know what it's likeTo deal with real killas that don't play, everydayKnockin' suckas out the box, who wanna get some?Seven video channels for my victimsI ain't havin' that ***** you *****Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit(Jamie Madrox)We the things that go bump in the nightWe ain't got no love for you, you need to get some shit right***** who you think you're *****in' with?We keep this shit like a track meet, we be runnin' itWith the hatchet on the backWhile other *****es suckin' sour tits for air time and similacWe say ***** that, matter of factYou tainted our style ***** boy we want our shit backDon't get your head cracked you ain't toughAnd all them skills don't mean shit when you get *****ed upSo ***** your set, and ***** your crewAnd ***** every mutha *****a around that down with youAnd you ain't puttin' nothin on the mapExcept for all this bullshit commercialized mainstream rapAnd I ain't havin' that ***** you *****Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit(Shaggy 2 Dope)Hoe ass hoes, we stomp those hoesHow the ***** you gonna step to Dark Carnival juggalos?Creators of the wicked, night breedersNo little ***** faggots with blonde ?So anytime you see me in publicYou get a Faygo in your ass, and a jaw full of dickYou can keep your mutha*****in' TRLI stay with my army in the underground and stay realAnd burn down your little TV setString Carson up with razor wire wrapped around his neckCause that's how we do all dayCross to the other side, ***** you couldnt pay meWe stay on the dark side of the carnival groundsTwiztid, Blaze and two wicked clownsHeads are finna get chopped off, and slitBout to take it way beyond talkin' shit(Violent J)Hatchet don't count, hatchet ain't includedKnowin' goddamn well we the champs undisputedWe don't need your radios and MTVSellin' million, sayin' what the ***** we please? who's coat you ridin' on?You gotta lick balls, and write him a songYou got his dick buried so far up your assIt's hangin' out your mouth, but you like thatAnd ? tried to warn yaAnd there you are receiving the dick in CaliforniaWhile you gettin' *****ed on the West coastI'm at home *****in' Kim ?***** all you faggot ass sell out hoesAnd ***** anybody denying the juggalosCome to the underground and get bitTell your boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!
