Twiztid - Bussyoheadopen Lyrics
[verse 1: Jamie Madrox]E Town With It, Turn To The BackWith That East Side Repping Ready For The AttackChecking All The Tires, All White And BlackWith The Black Twiztid Embroidered On The BackGuess Who's Back, Yep, It's The Tray SideAnd We Put It Down For Life And Ready To RideMadrox And Monoxide, You Ain't HeardGot People Who Were All Anticipating Our ReturnWith Everywhere You Look, It Ain't Looking Good Not At AllAnd Everybody Looking Is Waiting For You To FallNow We Design And Dominate That's Just Mans Natural InstinctAnd Put It On The Line Like Reputations And Pink SlipsWe Got The Music, Let It Do What It DoAnd This Stress Carrying The World, We Gonna Carry That TooWe Gonna Bury Them Fools And The Rest In A CloakAt Night We Gonna Strike Like Black Parasites[chorus: X2]Now Don't Y'all, Not For One SecondThink I Won't Just Bust Yo' Head OpenGive Me A Reason To Leave You BreathingThat's A Point Blank Message To All The Non-believers[verse 2: Monoxide Child]O Six Caddy, Brand New DaddyTwenty Eight Grams In Twenty Little BaggiesGot A Little Something In The Back Of My JacketCause I'm Always Getting Threats They Wanting To Kidnap MeFlames Still Burning And The Hatred's BackI Got The Chainsaw Revving And Bloodstains To MatchI Got You Nervous Like A Reverend Who Got Caught In The ActAnd You React Like You Did When He Got Whacked With The AxUnderestimated And MedicatedI'm Only Handed This Psycho Game From The People Who Never Made ItI'll Be Dead If I Bow Out Now JackI Represent A Portion Of People Who On The Real They Won't Allow ThatThey Got Us Tatted On Their Neck, Breast, Chest And HeadAnd Undress The Dead, Enough SaidWe Got A Mark On Your Planet EarthYou Got A Rack Full Of Bootlegged Shirts, The Truth Hurts[chorus X2][verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]You've Awoke The Sleeping Giant, All This Psycho LyingYour Sawed Off Blasts Leave All Your Mama's CryingAt The Wake, Ready To Bake Everybody In The Front RowMy Aim Is To Put Your Relatives In A HoleLaying Next To You Stretched Out In One Big PlotThe Blood Clots All Over Your Head Like Polka DotsNo Gun Shots I Did It All With My Louisville SluggerAnother Notch Added Every Time I Beat A Mother *****erStomp A Mother *****er, Drag They Bodies In Their Back YardsChop Heads And Hands Off Of The CorpseThe Identity, I Ain't Trying To See No TimeIt's On, I Scatter Ashes Where The Sun Don't ShineAnd I Do Dirt With Only Close People Of MineCause They Real While You Phony Snitches Out There Dropping DimesSo Give Me One Reason To Get Me To Squeezing On AnotherAnd I'm A Haul Out And Start Cracking Mother *****ers[chorus]
