Bussyoheadopen

[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox] D town fitted, turn to the back With that east side repping ready for the attack Checking the attire, its all white and black With the black Twiztid embroidered up on the back Guess who's back, yep, it's the tray side And we put it down for life and ready to ride Madrox and Monoxide, you ain't heard Got people in withdrawal anticipating our return With everywhere you look, it ain't looking good not at all And everybody looking is waiting for you to fall Now we desire to dominate that's man's natural instinct And put it on the line like reputations and pink slips We got the music, let it do what it do And this stress weighin' the world, we gonna carry that too And we gonna bury them fools and the rest in a cloak At night and gonna strike like vengeance upon parasites [Hook x2] Now don't y'all, not for one second Think I won't just BUSS YO' HEAD OPEN Give me a reason to leave you breathing That's a point blank message to all the non-believers [Verse 2: Monoxide Child] O six Caddy, brand new daddy Twenty eight grams in twenty little baggies Got a little something in the back of my khakis Cause I'm always getting threats that they wanting to kidnap me Flames still burning and the hatred's back I got the chainsaw revving and bloodstains to match I got you nervous like a reverend who got caught in the act And you react like you did when he got whacked with the ax Underestimated and medicated I'm only hated and segregated from the people who never made it I'll be dead if I bowed out now Jack I represent a portion of people who on the real they won't allow that They got us tatted on their neck, breast, chest and head And undress the dead, enough said We got a mark on your planet earth You got a rack full of bootlegged shirts, the truth hurts [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] You've awoke a sleeping giant, all this like a lion Your sawed off blasts leave all your mama's crying At the wake, ready to bake everybody in the front row My aim is to put your relatives in a hole Laying next to you stretched out in one big plot With blood clots all over your head like polka dots No gun shots, did it all with my Louisville slugger Another notch added every time I beat a mother fucker STOMP A MOTHA FUCKA! Drag they bodies in they back yard Chop heads and hands off of the corpse The identity, I ain't trying to see no time It's on, I scatter ashes where the sun don't shine And I do dirt with only close peoples of mine Cause they real while you phony snitches out there dropping dimes So give me one reason to get me to squeezing on another And I'm a haul out and start cracking mother fuckers [Hook x4]