Ya hear that. We off the train tracks homeboy outta control, me and madrox rockin bitch, slappin the world. I say some shit to make the crows crow quick, little bitch, paint a picture lice picasso from the blood when it drips. Take a sip it makes me stronger than the strongest man, and my mind takes a journey to the farthest land, Im the whole worlds kryptonite, I got these bitches on they knees, kissing hands, cryin, beggin for they life. Im a butcher knife to the neck, gotta go (what), 1 you just a ho (right), 2 you aint a juggalo. (believe that) bitch you watch your mouth and represent, you get your head split quick, some shit they cant stitch. Im a scrub for life, dont let the hairstyle ? with a bag a weed, looking to blow it. Those who dont know it Im monoxide, blaze up a smoke, and pass that shit to your boy and give his bitch a choke. Biatch!
I hate everyone...I hate everyone...I hate everyone...I hate everyone
For those of you that dont know, its Mr. Madrox (yeah), first names Jamie, cant nobody see me in my world of m-o-n-o on the m-I-c and basically my little brother Blaze put it down with thug mentality (thats right). We represent the vicinity of the East (Eastside) bustin free no love for hoes or the police. What you thought is was bumpin weak shit need to get some hatchet in your life. Cause dont perpetrate like we dont know yesterday you was a hater but today yous a juggalo (biatch). you just a punk wearin cheap nanny coats tryin ta fall up in the flock with the same hokey-dokey. I turn you into smoke (breathe it in) second hand im stayin underground just lost 100 grand so fuck a fan base (Yeah). Show me family face (yeah) no matter they size, shape, or race.
I hate everyone...I hate everyone...I hate everyone...I hate everyone
First off, (here we go), whoever trippin get the shot off, 1 into the back of your head, actin like the dead, dont play, 12 shells a day, still put it down for my gs around the way (hey hey) aint nobody tryin ta step to better watch you mouth homeboy Ill powerplex you, into the mat, now picture that youre style so skinny your nose is hella hella phat. Fat enough to kick it wit a gang of hood rats in the back of a chicken shack. We relax in you jaw like a side effect and fuck you hood rat hoes, in the project. Got a 12 guage and Im holdin it down, who wanna ride with me cause Im headed east with bail. Callin D dumpin t-w-I-z t-I-d b-l-a-z-e and we ride to till infinity (yeah)
I hate everyone...I hate everyone...I hate everyone...I hate everyone
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