Make a move and shit gets drastic.
Leavein motha fuckas in caskets.
Or Wrapped In reynolds Plastic
Cause we psychoschmatic and schizophrenic lunatics.
Holdin my balls, allthough it engulfs the tip of my dick.
We real sick bitch.
Run and tell a friend twiztid in at the beginning becomes the beginning
of the end.
The world dealt me a healthy hand of pain and lies.
You can see the hate in my eyes.
Its no surprise.

[Monoxide Child]
It aint shit bitch believe that.
Suckas claimin they paid and cant handle the weed tacks.
I leave tracks like a needle you phony as the fifth beetle.
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 right before I shoot ya.
I snap your back like I was lex luger.
Chronic weed abuser.

[Jamie Maddrox]
As we capitilize and enterprise music scenes.
Money movtivated goal in a dream.
Like martin luther king.
Hesitators pause, while we crack they jaws.
Swoopin over they town like super balls. (Woot! Woot!)
Woop! Woop!

[Monoxide Child]
I Roll With Bones and its on like that.
Makin suckas spasm so hard they lungs collapse.
Twiztid's the sound,
Somethin that your worst nightmares couldnt fuck wit.
Prepare to duck bitch, cause I'm 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 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

[Chorus 1x]

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

[Violent J]
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. SSSssss!

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

[Violent J]
I might grabbed your face, twist your neck and then let it go.
(Bllllaaaaooo).
Then shaggy climbs up my back.
Then we attack, and hit ya.
Like a ten foot 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 there throats.
(Wooooooo!)

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
But I aint no wrestler.
I'm a serial killer murderous molestor.
Nah, I'm just juggalin your balls a bit.
It's J who's into that shit.
Yeah fuck you!(Violent J)
And if you wanna get lippy.(lippy)
I'll stretch your lips out and call you skippy(HEHEHE).

[Violent J]
Bottem line is we twisted like Sam Kinison's back.
After the car wreck.

[Chorus 1x]

Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic