Lyrics Shaking Up the Scene Again Im Snatching at Your Hands Smashin Away for Dollars Same as You

Mostasteless Anthology

Artist(s): Twiztid

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Tracklist

Twiztid

length: 0:48
producer: Insane Clown Posse and Mike E. Clark
mixer: Mike East. Clark
engineer: Mike Eastward. Clark
boosted: Insane Clown Posse
programming: Mike East. Clark

Gather round children every bit we come together We are the downwards trodden, forgotten stains in the pavement The disfigured shadows cast by the moon on the hollowed cemetery grounds To make up the undesirable, mortal worthlessness Information technology is a shame that it had to come to this Only in the class of battle Only to have action There's never time too worse the casualties of war If yous stand up not by my side I have no option but to assume that you stand up against me Which side are you on? For their suffering will be eternal in the depths of hell And woe is he who dons the title of my enemy In that location's a war being raised on the streets equally well equally in my mind To bring to yous old school Twiztid We must rise up, overcome, and take dorsum what's ours Ladies and Gentleman information technology gives me grave pleasure

second Manus Fume

length: four:31
mixer: Scott Sumner
engineer: Scott Sumner
programming: Scott Sumner

Free your mind
I represent the East side, no peace
Fuck the police
We tell you to increase the deceased at to the lowest degree
A grown man tellin you something that he believe
Do to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve
What the fuck bitch, chuck bowwow
Why you talkin shit?
Better duck bitch.
Before your dome become hit.
This shit is Twiztid deeper than that Onetime French complect.
Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick information technology
Everybody else real talkin tour something.
What y'all thought you lot heard bitch,
Can information technology, cause your frontin.
Dead wrong.
Dinner table conversations.
Leavin' y'all pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions.
Office of the contagion of Mind State.
Sleep in a dream, hopin it'south gone when I awake.
Mama call back I'k a play on play serial killa
Fruitloop biting my listen like Godzilla
We survive like catipillas in cocoons and caskets
Stretch the industry like elastic
So fantastic, like the Newport cigarette that I smoke.
Hit the motherfucka till I choke
I brag and I boast most nothin
Death, dying, and hoes fuckin
So empathise that he's saying something.
Never be heard I'chiliad underground with the dirt and grime
Smashin heads be my reason for rhyme
I'chiliad on time like a motherfucka
Leavin you lot hangin in the forest
Standin in some comfortable shifts like Chuck Norris
Cheque the chorus
2d hand smoke when you breath.
Call back what I told you lot always believe.
Y'all relieve on the Monoxide Child and wild.
Travel the earth on nine cloud screaming loud.

Costless your mind
Breath information technology in second paw smoke
Free your mind
Breath it in 2nd hand smoke

You phony bitches wanna shut me downwards
Pullin plugs on the microphones.
Hatin on the individual handle Mr.Bones
Hope your speaker's ain't ohms or they dead blown
If they aren't turn this motherfucka upward and brew on
As nosotros nail off bitch ass niggas at fast rates
Growin at a fast pace made my centre race.
Lookin decease in the face and I don't even shudder.
If my adult female starts cheatin motherfuck her, bitch
I'm out my jail cell
Seen weed, fame and wealth
And then take your hopes and dreams,
And put that shit back on the shelf
Cause we rollin in a ride far from stolen
Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grade motors and
Takin curbs with ease, blowin copse, lookin Chinese
Hopin that the cops own't tailin me.
Tryin to violate the glass house
Nigga pass the blunt earlier you lot pass out
Crusade now it's on, pushin hubcaps
Patrollin the hood, and so fuck that.
Heard the shit and the shit is all wack
Plannin the assail, cause we move when information technology's dark at nighttime
Believe the rumors, cause they probably all right.
Outta sight like concealed weapons and drug trades
Barricading your door for the raid
And in the shade is a sawed off double-barreled pump
Lookin for mothafuckas who wanna jump.
Cause I got 13 bullets in my pocket I'm a mad man
My trigger finger turnin suckers to sand

Gratis your mind
Jiff it in second paw fume
Costless your mind
Breath it in 2d hand fume

Distraught from head trauma
You lot can't even see the drama
I get the persona from marijuana
At dark I lay stressed with no place to go
All by my lonely screamin out fuck that testify
Cigarettes, blunt smoke I beloved the smell
Player hate me crusade I smoke, burn in hell
Cause it ain't for everybody
I live to sever bodies so melancholy
Suicide is merely a folly and I'm out

Gratis your mind
Jiff it in 2d paw fume (what, what)
Free your listen
Breath it in second hand smoke
Gratuitous your listen
Jiff information technology in 2nd hand smoke (what)
Free your mind
Jiff information technology in second mitt smoke
Gratis your mind
Breath it in 2nd mitt smoke
2nd paw smoke, second hand smoke, What
Free your mind
Breath it in second manus fume (yeah)
Free your listen
Breath information technology in second hand smoke (right)
Gratis your mind
Jiff information technology in

Diemuthafuckadie!

length: 4:03
mixer: Scott Sumner
engineer: Scott Sumner
programming: Scott Sumner

Smoke Freak

length: 0:37

Murder, Murder, Murder

Murder, Murder, Mur:Murder
Murder
Murder, Murder, Mur:Murder
Murder
First I plan my escape
Nothing on papes and leave the scene without a trace
I'm lookin' dead in her face
But she don't see me
I'm unnoticed
I head straight to her bedroom window for better focus
Hokus pokus
I see the door's unlocked, I let myself in
Head for her room, with plans of murder and commotion
There she go, there that bowwow lay
Living on this globe to my dismay
Fourth dimension to pay
Palms are sweaty, I'm well-nigh to vomit
I catch the knife out of my belt and jab it in her breadbasket
Again, and again and now she's screaming similar I care
Simply I could give a fuck less
Before she dies I grab her by her claret soaked hair
And tell her shit'due south gonna be alright on my end
I'chiliad glad it happened this way
Back in my daughters life over again
Own't information technology a shame that it came to this
Life goes on except for 1 less bitch
Ain't it a trip?
Murder, Murder, Murder
You never heard of redrum in reverse
Bodies in the hearse
Now your life'southward gone cause we wanted yous to dice
Time to kiss your ass proficient bye
Don't ask why
Murder, Murder, Murder
Yous never heard of redrum in opposite
Bodies in the hearse
Now your life's gone crusade we wanted y'all to die
Time to kiss your ass skillful goodbye
Don't ask why
It was Tuesday, December 24th '97
Time on the clock i:11
Thinking bout sending somebody to heaven
Or the crossroads
A fate of a soul lies in my hands I suppose
Now I'chiliad wearing dark clothes
Parked on the side street
Peepin out the scenery
Brand sure nobody seeing me
As I move to the body of the stolen car
Up to the back door with the crow bar
Then far the plans fool proof
Chosen from the phone booth
Got the message machine
Nobody's on the scene
Kicked in the backdoor, one:34
Looking for the family domestic dog Thor
Kicked em in the jaw with the work boots
Knocked a couple teeth loose
Smacked em in the mouth with my empty deuce deuce
Then I smile
Break his neck and watch him piss on kitchen tile
Never liked him since the mean solar day he tried to play me vile,
And tried to bite me
Stab a steak pocketknife in his caput
So much for that human being's best friend
At present I'1000 all upward in the place and
In the chamber masturbating
Cummin on the sheets and pillow cases
Fuck that bitch
She'due south simply a cunt and her mothers nothing merely a slut
Can't wait to seal her mouth shut
2:30 she returns home from work
Nice blouse, tight shirt
Business organisation attire for this hooker for hire
Threw the keys to the table, said infant are you home
Didn't expect to meet Basic we're alone
And she's reaching for the telephone to call the law
Strangled with the chord, now deceased
In the process of her suffocation
Finger fucked her for demonstration
Allow her know I know her many faces
Now she's dead in the closet
Hangin out with all the winter clothes
In the struggle suffered a bloody nose
Only I'm straight though
As I motion to the bathroom to wash my hands
It's all part of the plan
Don't think yous sympathise see?
Murder, Murder, Murder
Y'all never heard of redrum in contrary
Bodies in the hearse
Now your life'southward gone crusade we wanted you lot to die
Time to kiss your ass practiced bye
Don't inquire why

First Day Out

length: 4:23

Somebody Dissin

length: 3:34

Meat Cleaver

"Yeah!
Let me know.(Whats that.)
Myzery.(Give-and-take up!)
Twiztid and the Insane Clown Posse.(Know what I'm sayin?)
Formin a fifty foot voltron on your ass.(Bitch Ass)
(See what Im sayin? Psychopathic mode, nigga!)
Your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with this.(What you gonna do?)
Run that shit!"

[Jamie Maddrox]
Im runnin wit the pyschopathic.
Brand a move and shit gets drastic.
Leavein motha fuckas in caskets.
Or Wrapped In reynolds Plastic
Cause we psychoschmatic and schizophrenic lunatics.
Holdin my assurance, allthough it engulfs the tip of my dick.
We real ill bitch.
Run and tell a friend twiztid in at the beginning becomes the beginning
of the finish.
The world dealt me a salubrious paw of pain and lies.
You can run across the hate in my optics.
Its no surprise.

[Monoxide Child]
It aint shit bitch believe that.
Suckas claimin they paid and deceit handle the weed tacks.
I get out tracks similar a needle you phony every bit the fifth protrude.
Fuck a B on a Deedle
Rockin Toledo Like a Trooper, What
Leavin your conscience in a Stuper, What?
Fuck a smith and wesson I Can Grab The Luger, what?
And correct before I shoot ya.
I snap your back like I was lex luger.
Chronic weed abuser.

[Jamie Maddrox]
As nosotros capitilize and enterprise music scenes.
Coin movtivated goal in a dream.
Like martin luther male monarch.
Hesitators pause, while nosotros scissure they jaws.
Swoopin over they town like super assurance. (Woot! Woot!)
Woop! Woop!

[Monoxide Child]
I Roll With Bones and its on like that.
Makin suckas spasm and then hard they lungs plummet.
Twiztid'southward the audio,
Somethin that your worst nightmares couldnt fuck wit.
Prepare to duck bitch, crusade I'g runnin wit a meat cleaver.

[Chorus 1x]
Runnin with a meat cleaver, Yo!
And if you missed it the name is Twiztid.
Runnin with a meat cleaver, Yo!
Qui qua Myzery para isla.
Runnin with a meat cleaver, Yo!
Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse.
Runnin with a meat cleaver, Yo!
Pyschopathic!

[Myzery]
>From the NY come up Myzery the red eye and raging
Minority and JumpSteady plotting retaliation
Suffocating dirty cats, player hatin
Gats we packin
Skullys and army jackets
Headed out of psychopathic
I got a programme so stack the ammo in the body
The word is that down town we don't front
Spark the blunt, give em what they want
Psycho thugs, loaded slugs
Loco in la cabesa
Go away rides in ce pasa
Destination para mi caco pato
There without muchacho
Cock slowly the deracho
At that place go that long acho
My shit is jammed
For you planned
Trunk'due south wounded badly
Motion quickly before they bag me
Being chased down this dark aisle
I'one thousand a wounded ass
Minority hollering I gaba
I pulled out my bract
And carved it in him like a mansana
Now back to the ride floor information technology corpses
No remorse'due south
Psychopathic and Spanish side nosotros joining forces

[Chorus 1x]

Psychopatchic
Myzery(I smell gun pulverization)
Twiztid
And the loco Insane Clown Posse (I olfactory property raisins)
Psychopathic Records
Para siempre!

[Violent J]
I smell garlic, my head hurts.
Cause my encephalon is cursed, past voodoo wizards.
My skin turns blueish and I start to shake.
My tongue comes out like a snake. SSSssss!

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Zunga bunga hooly goo bo .
That'south my Ugandan voodoo flow.
You don't know what it meant,
till the next day you wack upward.
With your dick in your homies barrel.

[Violent J]
I might grabbed your face up, twist your neck and so allow it go.
(Bllllaaaaooo).
So shaggy climbs up my back.
And so we attack, and striking ya.
Like a ten foot ninja.
I pigment my face like a clown.
Other times I paint it like sting and come downwards.
The rafters up at the mall.
And throw old folks to the ropes.
And chop there throats.
(Wooooooo!)

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Merely I aint no wrestler.
I'm a serial killer murderous molestor.
Nah, I'm just juggalin your assurance a flake.
It'southward J who's into that shit.
Aye fuck y'all!(Vehement J)
And if you wanna get lippy.(lippy)
I'll stretch your lips out and telephone call you skippy(HEHEHE).

[Violent J]
Bottem line is we twisted like Sam Kinison'due south back.
After the motorcar wreck.

[Chorus 1x]

Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic

How Does It Experience?

length: 3:44
mixer: Scott Sumner
engineer: Scott Sumner
programming: Scott Sumner

This onetime time radio program was originally aired live
Long before the advent of high allegiance
Every bit a upshot you lot may find an occasional surface dissonance or book driblet
Due to transmission problems so common to erstwhile radio.
We hope even so that any variants in sound quality
Will non take abroad from your pleasure in listening to this,
One of the all time favorites....
(Chorus)
How does it feel to be yous
How does it feel to feel the way you lot do
It'south so decisive
And I don't intendance if you similar or you hate me
I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me

(Madrox)
Looking through your window
As a thunder commodities strikes the ground
Wind blowing through the copse making irritating sounds
Like the voice in the back of my caput when I'm allowed
To the confines of Dracula's tomb
ninth rate human being fabricated Nosferata
Child of the night sending shocks through your body
Fatter than Poveratti
Speak softly
Or back up off me
Feline before I gaze in your eyes and blow your heed
Sickness what I depicted is ordered and evicted
Frequently described equally being Twiztid or wicked
Predicted many sights seen happening to lives
Perform on the daily in disguise
Sinister
Tell the minister to anoint my soul
Momma made me listen broken and went outta control
Smash the remote control through idiot box screen
Blame it on the movie or a dream, it's all the same
Mind games, little prodigies paralyzed
Bloated trivial brain mesmerized
Then he dies
Left lonely in a earth total of hate
Trunk rots away while his mind incubates

(Chorus)
How does it feel to exist you lot
How does it feel to feel the way you do
It's so decisive
And I don't care if y'all similar or yous hate me
I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me
How does it feel to exist you
How does it feel to feel the way you practise
It's and so decisive
And I don't care if you like or you hate me
I know you lot muthafuckas tour to underrate me

(Monoxide)
Y'all label me a paranoid schizophrenic
Known on this planet for 2 things
Talkin shit and automatic
Mind gets transferred in little walks through the wood
Bury you live if I could
mobbin through the hood with a body in the trunk
Unidentified because he's known as a chump
I hear him proceed talking junk in my ear
Just nobody else can hear
I look around and I'thousand feeling weird
Palms are sweaty I'grand nigh to black out
Concluding chance simply nothing could stop this Twiztid sprout.
I'g all nearly mad cussing
Fuck yous and the red Martian
Peon wrecking and skull crushing
Turning bitches to dust and when I recite you folks dice
Like I creep in the night, I let your soul fly
So high that I never touch ground
Make it so your bodies never found
Some other Unsolved Mystery
Looking for some nobody
Every single night on Television receiver
Endeavor to get me to see .
My eyes closed and rolled back
Holdin a idea deep in my mind about a car jack
Some other brake downwardly in the centre of the street
People only kept moving they anxiety
Care for me similar a freak, so how am supposed to human action
And then when you run into me muthafucka be prepared for the axe

(Chorus)
How does it feel to exist you
How does it feel to experience the style you do
It's and so decisive
And I don't intendance if you lot like or you hate me
I know yous muthafuckas bout to underrate me
How does information technology feel to be yous
How does it feel to feel the way you practice
Information technology's so decisive
And I don't care if yous like or you hate me
I know you motherfuckas bout to underrate me

(Madrox)
We're going vampire hunting with a 9 millimeter
Our souls our blessed by Mary Magdalene and Saint Peter
Eat a bit of flesh but I telephone call it the host
Am I dead, alive, or simply a ghost
Asleep midrange, two dollars and some change
Hoping, picturing sanity merely I'k feeling so insane
Got a migraine headache, my stomach turns...

She Ain't Afraid

[Monoxide Child]
Allow's become high and just fuck.
I hit ya till ya drain.
And we tin can but blame it on the weed.
Little freak.
Sucking me off makin my knees weak.
Rubbin my nuts when I cum makin my face tweak.
She makes me feel like a champion.
Late nighttime when I call she knows what happenin.
I got a box of condoms and a mind full of tricks.
I freak merely for fuckin and my assurance and my dick go started.
Legs parted.
I hitting it so difficult the pussy farted.
And now information technology'southward fourth dimension to departed.
She took the rubber off and stuck it in her oral fissure.
Information technology felt like I came from down south.
Know nigh it.
Pussy pleasin'southward merely a office of the game.
Ya gotta bang it till the balls correct off.
I do the same.
Rub my dick in cocaine.
And freak some nasty shit.
It aint the same without the flame bring the flavor bit.
2 or one's not a problem.
So you tin bring your girl.
And I tin get the all-time of both worlds.
Fuck it till I hurl.
Toes fell off.
Fuck a girl.
She kept nibblin my nuts similar a squirrel.
I hitting the weed and flick the ash on her back.
Fuckin her friend in the face until her jaw snap.
Oh shit!
I can meet her suckin on her tits.
And I tin can't help but notice four fingers in her clit.
She's a pro.
I thought I saw her pussy glow.
It coulda been the sweat in my eyes.
I don't know.
For certain this freaks the shit.
For lovin' dick is sick.
But man I love that fat bitch.

[Chorus 2x]
She ain't agape to acknowledge she likes dick.
And she ain't afraid to acknowledge she likes her pussy licked.
She own't afraid to permit me fuck her in the ass.
And always got her mouth open for the cum splash.

[Jamie Maddrox]
Excuse me lady.
Did ya say ya like to fuck?
Drop my drawers to my ankles.
Requite my dick a suck.
You like it rough.
I tin can feel my shit swellin and expandin.
A one way trip down south.
The crash landin.
Right in your pink fun.
I get the job done.
Daddy was a pistol and I'm a son-of-a-gun.
Every bit I shoot my load on your chest and titties.
Gotta get my shit.
We off to the next city.
Go a long fashion just and so I can grind ya.
Got enough dick for Ms. McCoffey and the 50 singles hoes behind her.
A sidewinder.
Never liked the old fourth dimension of keepin hoes properly worked like Jane
Fonda.
My anaconda got a mushroom cap and an immense cravin for your pussy
cat.
Go on ya movin like that.
My dick gets difficult every bit steel.
And I'ma freak that ass with some more sexual activity appeal.
Tell me how ya experience when I button it all in.
Eyes roll in the dorsum of ya head.
And ya start to grin.
If sex was sin and so a wicked bitch ya be.
With creepy ass titties and a hairy ass pussy.
So ride my broomstick until ya hear me cum.
And school me on the methods of ya pink fun.

[Chorus 2x]

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Aye!
Know what I'm sayin?
Yo, this be the Shaggy.
Downwards with the Psychopathic Family.
Downwardly with Twiztid, G.
Know what I'g sayin.
Yo, check it out.
I don't give a fuck.
I like to get skins.
I don't know about you mu fuckas.
Merely yo, I like em large.
I don't give a fuck what.
I similar em skinny, bald, retarded, crippled, spines on the back.
I don't give no fuck.
800 pound bitch come hither sweety.
I'ma fuckin' necktie ya shit in a knot and tap that shit.
Ya know what I'g sayin.
Cause I love me some skins.
I own't goin' lyin' effectually.
Ya know what I'm sayin.
I eat a fuckin' 900 pound bowwow'south neden from the back.
Ya know what I'm sayin.
Wrap her legs backwards into a boston crab and go to work.
Ya know what I'm sayin.
Fuck that shit.
I own't no fuckin' fag like that.
I similar them stubbly so there whiskers tickle my assurance when they suck
my dick.
Ya know what I'grand sayin.
I don't give a fuck.
What?
Bring information technology on!

Whatthefuck?

length: iv:33

Anotha Smoke Suspension

[Flicks lighter]
[Takes several deep inhales]
Anotha smoke pause
[coughs]
If you lot fume bud and so say hell yes
Smoke, hell yeah
Smoke, hell yeah
If you smoke bud then say hell yeah
Smoke, hell yeah
Fume, hell yeah
If you smoke bud and then say hell yeah
Smoke, hell yeah
Smoke, hell yeah
If you smoke bud and so say hell aye
Fume, hell yeah
Fume, hell yeah

$85 Bucks an Hour

length: 3:18
producer: Insane Clown Posse and Mike Eastward. Clark
performer: Twiztid
mixer: Mike Due east. Clark
engineer: Mike Due east. Clark
programming: Mike Eastward. Clark
guest other vocals: Insane Clown Posse
lyricist: Insane Clown Posse

(feat. Insane Clown Posse)
Chillen at the studio
Chillen at the studio
85 bucks an hr
And then hurry upward and loop a beat come on Mike
I'm Tearing J but my homies call me **** head
But that'southward my homies to you I'm Violent J *****
I put my boys on a rails fifty-fifty though they suck
"Yo dawg I'thou Dave and I don't v a ****"
I did a record deal I signed a contract
Technically, for Island I can merely rap
But **** that, with Twiztid I'thousand a still spit
Even though I got a cold, and I sound like ****
What the **** was that?
**** information technology, exit it in, the **** is phat
You heard this beat lxxx times and it'southward nonetheless freakin
And if you find my **** don't even rhyme
Expect at that I ain't even got a rap and it's all the same phat
My **** went gold, I got phat knots
And you're still flyering parkin lots
You might say my vocals are up too loud
So I'm a turn 'em up louder just to piss you off!
Psychopathic records are geniuses
Get off our penises
Hither comes the chorus, only I ain't got a no hook
Instead I'll just **** with the phone volume
Hello?
Yeah, ugh Hairy Sacks delight
Who's this?
Hairy, hey this is Slim Anus down at the canery
Ugh, have shoot at the bulletin
Somethin near ugh, you fillin in his slot tonight downward at the ugh,
Garage we got a casement of fudge
Nosotros need as many packers as nosotros can get
Duh, ugh, Sacks
Hello?
My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fatty balls
I'k always urinating in the Motel Halls
I got a big caput that never fits a hat
So you ain't always seein me vesture a damn thing green *****
I'm far from rich, I got a hooptie
With a smash in the fender and in the back to
I got a broken tail lite and I'll smash you
***** go outta my fashion nosotros got Clown Dearest
Phat props to the lyrical town dove
It's the m-o, n-o, and I tin can't even spell the remainder
It takes to long and I need a ****in' cigarette
I can't hear my right ears mad whack
And then shut the **** up and heed or go and *** kicked
I slap hoes, and call them *****es to there faces
And scream out **** OFF *****,
Twiztid in their place
So back off recognize and check this
Only my honey I don't give a ****
Psychopathic
Yo there'due south more than chiles in this peace what's up son?
Hello? Aye what's upwardly son?
I'thou Lookin for this bargain know what I'm sayin?
I got raps to bosom for ya'll
Ya'll ready for Mo Republic of chile'south?
I'thou tour to kick this flow, yous set up to kicking it or what?
Who's this?
Nosotros're low-cal son,
I'm Mo Chiles straight from the hood
I got all my peoplez on 1-800 and Chris Shaw
We commin home
My names 2 Dope and sometimes Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs and sometimes Gweedy
I gets mad stupid, I gets mad sick
I done it all five, **** information technology I practise information technology nevertheless
Stretch my nuts dorsum similar a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouth
Shake my hips like Elvis
Wigglin my pelvis
I skipped that step
Apply the camera clutches stretch information technology back like a mutha ****in' bungy jump
WHAT?
I'k Tearing J back to make you smile more
I let my nutsack elevate on the tile floor
I kick complimentary styles for miles
My gold comes in piles
I worked on Bell Isle
I picked up honey ****
And now I spit raps
I snap your cervix
'crusade my freestyles are fresh

Renditions of Reality / Scare

length: 9:41

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