| 作曲 : Blaze Ya Dead Homie ... | |
| You hear that? | |
| What? What? | |
| Woah! Outta control | |
| We off the train tracks homeboy | |
| Me and Madrox, rocking bitches, slapping the world | |
| Take a sip, it makes me stronger than the stongest man | |
| Paint a picture like | |
| Picasso, from your blood when it drips | |
| I say some shit to make your toes curl quick, little bitch | |
| And my mind takes a journey to the farthest land | |
| I'm the whole world's kryptonite | |
| I got these bitches on they knees, kissing hands, crying begging for they life | |
| Gotta go, run you just a hoe, true you ain't a juggalo | |
| I'm a put your knife to the neck (slice) (believe dat) (?) | |
| You get your head split, quick, some shit they can't stitch | |
| I'm a scrub for life, don't let the hair style (?) | |
| Those who don't know it, | |
| I'm Monoxide, blaze up a smoke | |
| With a bag of weed looking to blow it | |
| And pass that shit to your boy, and give his bitch a choke 4 thoze of u that don't know [Chorus x2] | |
| Never blow hydro | |
| Are you afraid to go where | |
| I go? Even though, call yourself a juggalo | |
| Telling everybody that you dowwwwn | |
| For thoze of u that don't know (hmm?), | |
| It's Mr. Madrox (fuck yeah!) | |
| First name, | |
| Jamie, can't nobody see me | |
| And my brother | |
| M-O-N-O one the m-i-c | |
| With thug mentality (that's right) | |
| And basically my little brother | |
| Blaze, put it down | |
| We represent the vicinity of the | |
| East (eastside!) | |
| But there'll be no love for hoes or the police (all you thugs put yo shit on!, biyatch!) | |
| What you thought it was? | |
| Bumping weak shit | |
| Need to get some hatchet in your life (Yay! Yay!) | |
| Cause you perpetrating, like we don't know | |
| Yesterday you was a hater, but today you's a juggalo (biyatch!) | |
| You just a false wearing sheep nanny ghost | |
| Trying to turn you in the shot (Believe it is!) | |
| Trying to fall up in the flock, with that same mopey dope (mopey dope) | |
| Second hand south scanned underground | |
| And plus a hundred grand | |
| So fuck a fan base, show me family faces | |
| No matter they size, shape, or races [Chorus x2] | |
| First off! (Here we go!) | |
| Who better trip and get the sawed off | |
| Pointed to the back of your head, acting like the dead | |
| Don't play, 12 shells a day | |
| Still put it down for my | |
| G's around the way (Hey! Hey!) | |
| Better watch your mouth homeboy, | |
| I'll powerplex you (Ow!) | |
| Into the mat, now picture that | |
| Hey, ain't nobody try to step to | |
| Your styles so skinny your noise is... (Hella, Hella! Phat, Phat!) | |
| Phat enough to kick it with a gang of hoodrats | |
| Move it back to your jaw like a side effect (and fuck you hoodrat hoes in the projects) | |
| In the back of a chicken shack (Clucking) | |
| Who wanna ride wit me, cause | |
| I'm headed eastward bound | |
| Got a 12 gauge, and | |
| I'm holding it down | |
| Call the T- | |
| W-I-Z-T-I- | |
| D-B-L-A-Z- | |
| E And we ride till infinity [Chorus x5] | |
| I hate everyone, | |
| I hate everyone, | |
| I hate everyone, |
| zuo qu : Blaze Ya Dead Homie ... | |
| You hear that? | |
| What? What? | |
| Woah! Outta control | |
| We off the train tracks homeboy | |
| Me and Madrox, rocking bitches, slapping the world | |
| Take a sip, it makes me stronger than the stongest man | |
| Paint a picture like | |
| Picasso, from your blood when it drips | |
| I say some shit to make your toes curl quick, little bitch | |
| And my mind takes a journey to the farthest land | |
| I' m the whole world' s kryptonite | |
| I got these bitches on they knees, kissing hands, crying begging for they life | |
| Gotta go, run you just a hoe, true you ain' t a juggalo | |
| I' m a put your knife to the neck slice believe dat ? | |
| You get your head split, quick, some shit they can' t stitch | |
| I' m a scrub for life, don' t let the hair style ? | |
| Those who don' t know it, | |
| I' m Monoxide, blaze up a smoke | |
| With a bag of weed looking to blow it | |
| And pass that shit to your boy, and give his bitch a choke 4 thoze of u that don' t know Chorus x2 | |
| Never blow hydro | |
| Are you afraid to go where | |
| I go? Even though, call yourself a juggalo | |
| Telling everybody that you dowwwwn | |
| For thoze of u that don' t know hmm?, | |
| It' s Mr. Madrox fuck yeah! | |
| First name, | |
| Jamie, can' t nobody see me | |
| And my brother | |
| MONO one the mic | |
| With thug mentality that' s right | |
| And basically my little brother | |
| Blaze, put it down | |
| We represent the vicinity of the | |
| East eastside! | |
| But there' ll be no love for hoes or the police all you thugs put yo shit on!, biyatch! | |
| What you thought it was? | |
| Bumping weak shit | |
| Need to get some hatchet in your life Yay! Yay! | |
| Cause you perpetrating, like we don' t know | |
| Yesterday you was a hater, but today you' s a juggalo biyatch! | |
| You just a false wearing sheep nanny ghost | |
| Trying to turn you in the shot Believe it is! | |
| Trying to fall up in the flock, with that same mopey dope mopey dope | |
| Second hand south scanned underground | |
| And plus a hundred grand | |
| So fuck a fan base, show me family faces | |
| No matter they size, shape, or races Chorus x2 | |
| First off! Here we go! | |
| Who better trip and get the sawed off | |
| Pointed to the back of your head, acting like the dead | |
| Don' t play, 12 shells a day | |
| Still put it down for my | |
| G' s around the way Hey! Hey! | |
| Better watch your mouth homeboy, | |
| I' ll powerplex you Ow! | |
| Into the mat, now picture that | |
| Hey, ain' t nobody try to step to | |
| Your styles so skinny your noise is... Hella, Hella! Phat, Phat! | |
| Phat enough to kick it with a gang of hoodrats | |
| Move it back to your jaw like a side effect and fuck you hoodrat hoes in the projects | |
| In the back of a chicken shack Clucking | |
| Who wanna ride wit me, cause | |
| I' m headed eastward bound | |
| Got a 12 gauge, and | |
| I' m holding it down | |
| Call the T | |
| WIZTI | |
| DBLAZ | |
| E And we ride till infinity Chorus x5 | |
| I hate everyone, | |
| I hate everyone, | |
| I hate everyone, |
| zuò qǔ : Blaze Ya Dead Homie ... | |
| You hear that? | |
| What? What? | |
| Woah! Outta control | |
| We off the train tracks homeboy | |
| Me and Madrox, rocking bitches, slapping the world | |
| Take a sip, it makes me stronger than the stongest man | |
| Paint a picture like | |
| Picasso, from your blood when it drips | |
| I say some shit to make your toes curl quick, little bitch | |
| And my mind takes a journey to the farthest land | |
| I' m the whole world' s kryptonite | |
| I got these bitches on they knees, kissing hands, crying begging for they life | |
| Gotta go, run you just a hoe, true you ain' t a juggalo | |
| I' m a put your knife to the neck slice believe dat ? | |
| You get your head split, quick, some shit they can' t stitch | |
| I' m a scrub for life, don' t let the hair style ? | |
| Those who don' t know it, | |
| I' m Monoxide, blaze up a smoke | |
| With a bag of weed looking to blow it | |
| And pass that shit to your boy, and give his bitch a choke 4 thoze of u that don' t know Chorus x2 | |
| Never blow hydro | |
| Are you afraid to go where | |
| I go? Even though, call yourself a juggalo | |
| Telling everybody that you dowwwwn | |
| For thoze of u that don' t know hmm?, | |
| It' s Mr. Madrox fuck yeah! | |
| First name, | |
| Jamie, can' t nobody see me | |
| And my brother | |
| MONO one the mic | |
| With thug mentality that' s right | |
| And basically my little brother | |
| Blaze, put it down | |
| We represent the vicinity of the | |
| East eastside! | |
| But there' ll be no love for hoes or the police all you thugs put yo shit on!, biyatch! | |
| What you thought it was? | |
| Bumping weak shit | |
| Need to get some hatchet in your life Yay! Yay! | |
| Cause you perpetrating, like we don' t know | |
| Yesterday you was a hater, but today you' s a juggalo biyatch! | |
| You just a false wearing sheep nanny ghost | |
| Trying to turn you in the shot Believe it is! | |
| Trying to fall up in the flock, with that same mopey dope mopey dope | |
| Second hand south scanned underground | |
| And plus a hundred grand | |
| So fuck a fan base, show me family faces | |
| No matter they size, shape, or races Chorus x2 | |
| First off! Here we go! | |
| Who better trip and get the sawed off | |
| Pointed to the back of your head, acting like the dead | |
| Don' t play, 12 shells a day | |
| Still put it down for my | |
| G' s around the way Hey! Hey! | |
| Better watch your mouth homeboy, | |
| I' ll powerplex you Ow! | |
| Into the mat, now picture that | |
| Hey, ain' t nobody try to step to | |
| Your styles so skinny your noise is... Hella, Hella! Phat, Phat! | |
| Phat enough to kick it with a gang of hoodrats | |
| Move it back to your jaw like a side effect and fuck you hoodrat hoes in the projects | |
| In the back of a chicken shack Clucking | |
| Who wanna ride wit me, cause | |
| I' m headed eastward bound | |
| Got a 12 gauge, and | |
| I' m holding it down | |
| Call the T | |
| WIZTI | |
| DBLAZ | |
| E And we ride till infinity Chorus x5 | |
| I hate everyone, | |
| I hate everyone, | |
| I hate everyone, |
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