|
Ya hear that. |
|
We off the train tracks homeboy outta control, |
|
Me and madrox rockin bitch, slappin the world. |
|
I say some shit to make the crows crow quick, little bitch, paint a picture lice picasso from the blood when it drips. Take a sip it makes me stronger than the strongest man, and my mind takes a journey to the farthest land, |
|
I'm the whole worlds kryptonite, |
|
I got these bitches on they knees, kissing hands, cryin, beggin for they life. |
|
I'm a butcher knife to the neck, gotta go (what), |
|
1 you just a ho (right), 2 you ain't a juggalo. (believe that) bitch you watch your mouth and represent, |
|
You get your head split quick, some shit they can't stitch. I'm a scrub for life, don't let the hairstyle ? with a bag a weed, looking to blow it. |
|
Those who don't know it I'm monoxide, blaze up a smoke, and pass that shit to your boy and give his bitch a choke. Biatch! |
|
I hate everyone... |
|
I hate everyone... |
|
I hate everyone... |
|
I hate everyone |
|
For those of you that don't know, it's Mr. Madrox (yeah), |
|
First name's Jamie, can't nobody see me in my world of m-o-n-o on the m-I-c |
|
And basically my little brother Blaze put it down with thug mentality (that's right). |
|
We represent the vicinity of the East (Eastside) |
|
Bustin free no love for hoes or the police. |
|
What you thought is was bumpin weak shit need to get some hatchet in your life. |
|
Cause don't perpetrate like we don't know |
|
Yesterday you was a hater but today you's a juggalo (biatch). |
|
You just a punk wearin cheap nanny coats |
|
Tryin ta fall up in the flock with the same hokey-dokey. |
|
I turn you into smoke (breathe it in) second hand |
|
Im stayin underground just lost 100 grand |
|
So fuck a fan base (Yeah). |
|
Show me family face (yeah) |
|
No matter they size, shape, or race. |
|
I hate everyone... |
|
I hate everyone... |
|
I hate everyone... |
|
I hate everyone |
|
First off, (here we go), |
|
Whoever trippin get the shot off, |
|
1 into the back of your head, actin like the dead, don't play, 12 shells a day, still put it down for my g's around the way (hey hey) ain't nobody tryin ta step to better watch you mouth homeboy I'll powerplex you, into the mat, |
|
Now picture that youre style so skinny |
|
Your nose is hella hella phat. |
|
Fat enough to kick it wit a gang of hood rats in the back of a chicken shack. |
|
We relax in you jaw like a side effect |
|
And fuck you hood rat hoes, in the project. |
|
Got a 12 guage and I'm holdin it down, |
|
Who wanna ride with me cause I'm headed east with bail. Callin D dumpin t-w-I-z t-I-d b-l-a-z-e |
|
And we ride to till infinity (yeah) |
|
I hate everyone... |
|
I hate everyone... |
|
I hate everyone... |
|
I hate everyone |
