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Meat Cleaver - Mostasteless (1997)
20:01
(feat. Insane Clown Posse & Myzery) 

Yeah 
(What's that) 
Myzery(Word up) 
Twiztid(Yeah) 
And the Insane Clown Posse(Know what I'm sayin?) 
Forming a 50 foot Voltron on your ass 
Your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with this 
Run that shit 
I'm rollin with the Psychopathic 
Make a move, and shit gets drastic 
Leavin mutherfuckers in caskets 
Or wrapped in Reynolds plastic 
Cause we psychosomatic and schizophrenic lunatics 
Holding my balls we know 
Which engulfs the tip of my dick 
We real sick bitch, run and tell a friend 
Twiztid in at the beginning 
Means of 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 5th Beetle 
Fuck a B on a deedle 
Rockin Toledo like a trooper, What? 
Leaving your conscience in a stuper, What? 
Fuck a Smith and Wesson I can grab the luger, What? 
And right before I shoot ya 
I snap your back like I was Lex Luger 
Chronic weed abuser (Wooooo!) 
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 they town like Super Balls (Woo Woo!) 
I roll with Bones and it's on like that 
Making suckers spasm so hard they lungs calapse 
Twiztid's the sound 
Something'that your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with 
Prepare to duck bitch 
Cause I'm runnin' with a meat cleaver 
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! 
Psychopatchic 
From the NY come 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 plan so stack the ammo in the trunk 
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 
Get away rides in ce pasa 
Destination para mi caco pato 
There without muchacho 
Cock slowly the deracho 
There go that long acho 
My shit is jammed 
For you planned 
Body's wounded badly 
Move quickly before they bag me 
Being chased down this dark alley 
I'm a wounded ass 
Minority hollering I gaba 
I pulled out my blade 
And carved it in him like a mansana 
Now back to the ride floor it corpses 
No remorse's 
Psychopathic and Spanish side we joining forces 
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! 
Psychopatchic 
Myzery(I smell gun powder) 
Twiztid 
And the loco Insane Clown Posse (I smell raisins) 
Psychopathic Records 
Para siempre! 
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 
Ssssss 
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 homies 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 10 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 (Woooo!) 
But I ain't no wrestler 
I'm a serial killa murderous molester 
Naww, I'm 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 
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! 
Psychopatchic 
Psychopatchic 
Psychopatchic 
Psychopatchic 
Psychopatchic

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