[Intro: Monoxide, Jamie Madrox]
Yeah (Ah, hell yeah)
Lemme know (What's that?)
Myzery (Word up)
Twiztid (Yeah)
And the Insane Clown Posse (Know what I'm sayin?)
Formin' a fifty-foot Voltron on your ass (On that bitch ass)
(See what I'm sayin'? Psychopathic style, n***a)
Your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with this
(What you gonna do?)
Run that shit (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox, Monoxide Child]
I'm rollin' with the Psychopathic, make a move and shit get drastic
Leavin' motherfuckers in caskets or wrapped in Reynolds plastic
'Cause we psychosomatic and schizophrenic lunatics
Holdin' my balls we know which engulfs the tip of my dick
We real, sick bitch, run and tell a friend
Twiztid, end of the beginning becomes the beginning of the end
The world dealt me a healthy hand of pain and lies
And you can see the hate in my eyes, it's no surprise
It ain't shit, bitch, believe that
Suckers claiming they paid, they can't even handle they weed tax
I leave tracks like a needle, you phony as the fifth Beatle
[Fuck a B on and deeto], rockin' Toledo like a trooper, what?
Leavin' your conscience in a stupor, What?
Fuck a Smith & Wesson, I can grab the Ruger, what?
And right before I shoot ya, I snap your back like I was Lex Luger
Chronic weed abuser (Woo!)
As we capitalize and enterprise music scenes
Money-motivated goal, and a dream like Martin Luther King
Hesitaters pause while we crack their jaws
Swooping over their town like Super Balls (Whoop Whoop!)
I roll with Bones and it's on like that, makin' suckers spasm
So hard they lungs collapse, Twiztid's the sound
Somethin' that your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with
Prepare to duck, bitch, 'cause I'm runnin' with a meat cleaver
[Chorus: Monoxide, Myzery Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J, (everyone)]
(Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!)
And if you missed it, the name is Twiztid
(Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!)
Boricua, Myzery, para la isla
(Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!)
Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse
(Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!)
Psychopathic

[Verse 2: Myzery]
Straight rom the NY, [your Myzery?] the red-eyed invasion
Minority and Jumpsteady plotting retaliation
Suffocated dirty cats, player hatin', Gats we packin'
Skullies and army jackets, headed out of Psychopathic
I got a plan, so stack the ammo in the trunk
The word is that downtown we don't front, spark the blunt
Give 'em what they want, Psycho thugs, loaded slugs
Loco en la cabeza, getaway rides, [ensepe?]
[That's the nation?] para mi caco [pato?], and without muchacho
[Cock's low?] estoy borracho, [teco de amore, acho?]
My shit is jammed 'fore you planned, body's wounded badly
Move quick or Paul will bag me, bein' chased down this dark alley
I'm wounded as Minority hollerin', "acaba"
Pulled out my blade, carved it in him like a manzana
Go back to the ride, floor it, corpses, no remorses
Psychopathic and Spanish Side, we joining forces
[Chorus: Monoxide, Myzery Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J, (everyone)]
(Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!)
And if you missed it, the name is Twiztid
(Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!)
Boricua, Myzery, para la isla
(Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!)
Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse
(Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!)
Psychopathic

[Bridge: Myzery, Violent J]
[?] Myzery (If I smell gun powder, [?])
And Twiztid (I smell [?])
And those loco Insane Clown Posse (If I smell raisins, [?])
Psychopathic Records ([?] lemons [and salami?] [?])
Para siempre!

[Verse 3: Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope]
I smell garlic, my head hurts
'Cause my brain is cursed by voodoo wizards
My skin turns blue and I start to shake
My tongue comes out like a snake
Zunga bunga hooly goo bo
That's my Ugandan voodoo flow
You don't know what it meant 'til the next day you wake up
With your dick in your homie's butt
I might grab your face, twist your neck
And then let it go (Brrrrraaah)
And then Shaggy climbs up my back
And we attack and hit ya like a ten foot ninja (Ninja!)
I paint my face like a clown
Other times I paint it like Sting and come down
The rafters up at the mall and throw old folks to the ropes
And chop their throats (Woo!)
But I ain't no wrestler (Wrestler)
I'm a serial killa murderous molester (Nah)
Just juggalin' your balls a bit
It's J who's into that shit (Yeah, fuck you)
And if you wanna get lippy
I'll stretch your lips out and call you skippy (Hehe)
The bottom line is we twisted like Sam Kinison's back
After the car wreck
[Chorus: Monoxide, Myzery Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J, (everyone)]
(Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!)
And if you missed it, the name is Twiztid
(Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!)
Boricua, Myzery, para la isla
(Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!)
Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse
(Runnin' with a meat cleaver, yo!)
Psychopathic

[Outro: Violent J]
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