4 Thoze of U

You hear that?

What? What?

Woah! Outta control

We off the train tracks homeboy

Me and Madrox, rocking *******, 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 *******t to make your toes curl quick, little *******

And my mind takes a journey to the farthest land

I'm the whole world's kryptonite

I got these ******* 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 *******t 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 **** looking to blow it

And pass that *******t to your boy, and give his ******* 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 (**** 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 *******t on!, biyatch!)

What you thought it was?

Bumping weak *******t

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 **** (mopey ****)

Second hand south scanned underground

And plus a hundred grand

So **** 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 **** 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,