Blaze Ya Dead Homie Hatchet Execution

I represent Southwest, Del-Ray Jefferson

Festival ridin’, we deemed around the Mexican

Me and Violent J, we murder heroin addicts

With every different saws, screwdrivers, and automatics

I like killin’ anybody, I’m like Anybody Killa

I’m stompin’ thru yo’ city like a little Godzilla

I’ll cut ya dick and balls off and make ya eat em’

Then choke yo’ ass to death so you won’t even need em’

Punk bitch!

You ever felt like you a freak in the night?

Outcasted to the shadows cuz you don’t look right

Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka

Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he’s a busta

There’s certain rituals for bein’ ghetto

Keep yo’ ass underground, when it’s dark, go balistic

I’m representin’ all the crazy juggalos

With a hatchet in they hand, smokin’ blunts after shows

Think about it, you gotta give it up to Blaze

I mean the guy is fuckin’ dead in 47 different ways

Yet he’s leavin’ Heaven hangin’

And chillin’ with his boys

At least until they get his room ready in the Nethervoid

For now he hits the joint until it ain’t none left

Which ain’t bad for a dead guy supposedly with no breath

Death ain’t scary, look at Blaze, he’s straight

Even with the maggots and all, he looks great

Because I take out my hatchet and I quickly start axin’

I go juggaloco like a crazy assassin

Twiztid and the Posse, we say nothing confusing

Why? Why? Why?

It’s just a hatchet execution…..

A Psychopathic execution

Throw it up y’all, lemme see yo’ set shinin’

Rhymin’

For this paper, ain’t nothin’, get back to grindin’

On the Eastside

We ride

And Drive-By

And if you actin’ live, kiss yo’ mama and wave her bye-bye

I try

To get along and it don’t work

I love to hurt

Whip out the pistol and do the dirt

I lay em’ all down, shootin’ in crowds and head-bustin’

Have yo’ people cussin’

He shot that muthafucka for nothin’

I’m that dead body walkin’ retarded and crazy

And I’m down to bust shots at cops on the daily

Still claimin’ Eastside but sides ain’t shit

Cuz we all got love for the muthafuckin’ hatchet

I got a little problem with actin’ a fool

I get Violent like J and then I spray up the room

Unfadable, real G’s never goin’ out

So I died, now I’m back, and I blast, and I’m out!

Rock N Rye with Hennessy

Dirty sex in alleyways

Chillin’ with the heads, drug dealers, and the runaways

Killa, put yo’ gun away

Don’t make me take yo’ life

Type of muthafucka bring an axe to a gunfight

Represent the family with the utmost pride

And we runnin’ with a hatchet, muthafucka, do or die

Die muthafucka is what I’m screamin’ when they go

And 187 on a muthafuckin’ juggahoe!

Because I take out my hatchet and I quickly start axin’

I go juggaloco like a crazy assassin

Twiztid and the Posse, we say nothing confusing

Why? Why? Why?

It’s just a hatchet execution…..

A Psychopathic execution…

It’s just a hatchet execution….

A Psychopathic execution…

Man, fuck that, that ain’t the end of this shit. I been waitin’ a long time

for this muthafuckin’ album to drop and I gotta send a couple shouts out to

my muthafuckin’ homies: Alex Abbiss, Billy Bill, muthafuckin’ Stef, Dirk, my

homie Jumpsteady…my muthafuckin’ partner Rude Boy…my muthafuckin’ homie

Tom Dub…Psychopathic Patrick…muthafuckin’ Jelly Nuts…Pickles…N-Cubed

in this muthafucka…Barry, Matt Nips, Steve, Jeremy, Matt, Eric, and

muthafuckin’ Adam….hey, hold up, what the fuck you doin’ man? You better

turn that muthafuckin’ music back on, I ain’t done yet….Nate The Mack,

Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope, Monoxide, Jamie Madrox, my homie Anybody

Killa…that one crazy muthafucka Jeff….Tall Jess….Mike P….J Dirty,

muthafuckin’ Rah-Rah….my homie Synn….my homies in muthafuckin’ Dark Lotus

and Psychopathic Rydas….Big Baby Sweets, Sugar Beat, Stank and Poot,

Moonglorious, Southern Crumpet, my homie Krayzie Bone from muthafuckin’ Bone

Thugs, and the Triple Six Mafia in this muthafucka! And that’s Psychopathic

till the day we die, BITCH!!!!…………Oh yeah, and I gotta say wassup to

my muthafuckin’ homies, THE JUGGALOS, bumpin’ this shit right now!! YEAH!!

Blaze Ya Dead Homie Zombie King

The Overseer of the Underworld underneath the dirt my soldiers hurt, with a little encouragement.

They could turn into a power force, huddle with me at the helm like a reguarded force,

Ima take you on the bridge, let em breathe in the wind besides anythings better than bein in the box down there,

Get up, the cemetary gates cracked the prophecys fullfilled, the King came back,

Ready the court n’ assemble a castle of caskets fitted for the heroine that I’m attracted,

Everybody else get to making weapons, be ready for the war, make sure the Kingdom is protected!

Zombie, Zombie,

Zombie, Zombie

Ima King!

[x2]

Zombie King with a crown of bones and an army of the dead ready to invade homes,

As I sit up on my throne in my cemetary court, holders coming out my sides, like I’m open like support.

Vaccines pumping in, by-products pumping out, the process is so intense it makes me bleed from the mouth,

Fetch me the royal napkin so I can dab it clean, appearance always on mind, even if zombie royal tea.

Got the skin jerky baggies with the fresh demon faces, rubber soles with intestines for shoe laces

With the three human spines make a staff like Skeletor, I sit in in front of a desk drawer watching blood pour.

And the rusty metal drums to make up a lazerous pit where zombies can regenerate arms and legs and shit.

Zombie, Zombie,

Zombie, Zombie

Ima King!

[x2]

All bow your heads in missing the great, who walks amongst the living with bullet holes and a maggot face

And given many reasons to have hate, but my resolve is a bullet inside of a twelve gauge,

Keeps a foreign clutch when I’m neighboring my wounds or a grove are to open up the tomb for the roots of the mist of war,

Casualties are great when your army is dead and don’t conduct brain waves,

So I’m looking for a few good soldiers that hold a shotgun real steady to their shoulders,

That they hear the talking from a mile away, in their dome, and drag their body all the way home to the..

Zombie, Zombie,

Zombie, Zombie

Ima King!

[x2]

Blaze Ya Dead Homie Saturday Afternoon

Who wanna ride?!

Who wanna ride?!

Who wanna ride?!

It’s a Saturday afternoon on the Eastside

Mashin’ in the bucket, sippin’ on formeldahyde

Pockets lookin’ sore so you know I gotta go

Pull a 2-11 on the neighborhood sto’

Mash on the gas, then I hit the pavement

Jumped out the bucket, headed straight in

Told the fuckin’ clerk, put the money on the table

I’m a lunatic and my mind is unstable

He stuttered like a bitch

Tryin’ to stop the hit

Shakin’ like a twig

So you know I dumped the clip!

16 shots left his body on the flo’

Break the register, took the money, and I broke

Out the fuckin’ back do’ straight to the bucket

Put the money in, start the ride, and I punch it

Been from the hood, straight shots in the daylight

A normal Saturday for Blaze on the Eastside

Every Saturday afternoon!

(Who wanna ride?!)

I go robbin’ these bitches and hoes!

(Who wanna ride?!)

Every Saturday afternoon!

(Who wanna ride?!)

I go robbin’ these bitches and hoes!

Headed on back the crib to count my dough

Got 200 dollars and I’m lookin’ for mo’

Cuz I’m greedy and I’m back on the streets

Rollin’ thru the hood, to another store I creep

Now I’m on my feet cuz the cops is on my tail

They wanna see me go to jail with no bail

But they can’t cuz I’m rockin’ a hoodie

A .45 cal. in my waist, so don’t push me

Same Saturday, still hittin’ licks for cash

Walked into Carlins, demanded all his stash

The sucka talked shit, but filled the bag up

Guess he thought his homie in the back was gonna tag him

Blaze, and he came out from the back room

Runnin’ at a dead homie, Blaze, with a broom

I put two slugs in they muthafuckin’ chest

Saturday afternoon, I laid them hoes to rest

Every Saturday afternoon!

(Who wanna ride?!)

I go robbin’ these bitches and hoes!

(Who wanna ride?!)

Every Saturday afternoon!

(Who wanna ride?!)

I go robbin’ these bitches and hoes!

Walk out the Carlin’s, headed ‘cross Grashiot

Cops rollin’ by, my hoodie up, I’m mashin’

Went to count my cash, got 5 C-notes

Need 5 mo’ for some weed to smoke

So I know I gotta rob a suburb store

In the suburbs they keep real cash in they drawer

Not like the ghetto just nickel and dime shit

Tired of walkin’ so I car jacked a bitch

At the stoplight, I jumped in, told her get out

Call the cops, I know where you live, I’ll put your lights out

Now I’m mashin’ down the block

To the liquor spot

Found a purse, went thru it in the parkin’ lot

Whaddya know, the bitch had $600 dollars

The sun’s still out so you know I’m gonna follow

Through with the plan, robbib’ suckas for they cheddar

On Saturday, still a G, down to the letter

Every Saturday afternoon!

(Who wanna ride?!)

I go robbin’ these bitches and hoes!

(Who wanna ride?!)

Every Saturday afternoon!

(Who wanna ride?!)

I go robbin’ these bitches and hoes!

Every Saturday afternoon!

(Who wanna ride?!)

I go robbin’ these bitches and hoes!

(Who wanna ride?!)

Every Saturday afternoon!

(Who wanna ride?!)

I go robbin’ these bitches and hoes!

“4…3..3…2….2….2…1….1…….”

Who wanna ride?!

Who wanna ride?!

Who wanna ride?!

Who wanna ride?!

Blaze Ya Dead Homie Napalm

Everybody on the planet Earth is gone

And I am left alone to roam

I see mangled bodies in the street

Litter in the block like a Stephen King scenery

If this was a stand I’d be trash canned

But this ain’t no lie, wanna know why I’m the last man

Bitches you can’t quit, just like men do

So when you’re bleedin’ out your mouth it makes it hard to understand you

[Hook:]

Do you live in the wasteland?

Are you walkin’ in the streets that I sleep in?

Cannibals are huntin’ for the weak

And when napalm goes and explodes

Crackin’ open the cemetery gates, awake the dead

Get up

Wake the dead

Welcome to the land of the dead

Hard pressed, of our prosthetic arms and legs

Be lucky that you got a head and a mouth to feed with

So you’re fucked if you gotta hold your food down when you’re feedin’

Bleedin’ as if I got buckets of blood

And if blood is the new black then I’m lightweight cuz

And if pain is the new love then I’d love you to death

Puttin’ conversations of haunts in the hole of their chests

I’m ’bout to hit ’em with a blast

Leave a crease off in their face

Not even botox can remove or take away

Too bad, now you’re frontin’ like me

Gotta eat dead people that you’re find in the street

Cause your stomach all hungry and you’re out of a job

It only takes one break to make the window drop

Two bullets lift to kill two crooked ass cops

Napalm in the air and the shit don’t stop

[Hook]

Blaze Ya Dead Homie Shot-Gun

[Chorus:]

Err’ybody get your

Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off

Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off

Me I be a G from way back in the day

With that I don’t give a fuck about your set, type mentality

[Blaze:]

I’ll shoot you in the day, like my heater stay on toast

And Grundy build a casket for you as soon as you a ghost

I got an itchy trigger finger and I’m scratching like a DJ

15 shells in my pocket, who wanna see me

Khakis stay on fold, brew ice-cold

And my homeboy rapping to a chicken that he know

Here come a car up the street, rolling real slow

With a wannabe, baby G, hanging out the window

Looking close, like he knows me

Fuck set!, Buck shots splattered his ass all over his homies upholstery

Trying to play me closely, but my approach be

Buck’em all till they fall with my shotgun

[Chorus: x2]

Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off

Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off

Me I be a G from way back in the day

With that I don’t give a fuck about your set, type mentality

[Anybody Killa:]

If I keep my self alive, something just might happen

Like my gun clapping, or a motherfucker’s head crackin’

My nerves are shot, I’m sweaty and hot

Always shaking, looking just like Michael J. Fox

Save me, help me take me out this mind frame

Without the choppin’ on you hoes cause I’m insane

Me and Colton be getting Grundy in the hood

Knocking down your doorway, jacking all your goods

Look into the barrel of my shotgun, watch yourself

Fucking with me, is just bad for your health

So when you see me coming, best be thinking whether you want to live or die

Cause my anger’s increasing, so watch out

Cause we ain’t playing pimp, move the fuck over

All up our face, acting like we know ya

But if you really want to get that close,

Then prepare yourself, to be filled with holes

[Chorus: x2]

Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off

Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off

Me I be a G from way back in the day

With that I don’t give a fuck about your set, type mentality

[Esham:]

Sawed off shotgun and I’m about to dump

Sippin’ on some syrup, speakers on bump

Cruising down 7 mile, cash bed of pile

You think my shotgun won’t blast, bat a thou-

I’m all cheddar style; throw your body off Bell Isle Bridge

Don’t push me cause, I’m over the edge

Been fell off the ledge, with a hole in my head

Only reason Colton Grundy see me cause he been dead

Boy I’m nothing to play with; my shotgun murdered 9 federal agents

I kill them all ages,

Bloodstain the front pages

This shit is outrageous,

Me, Blaze, and ABK need to be locked in cages

Police been after me, I cause a catastrophe

All because my shotgun said Blasphemy

Now another shotgun casualty

[Chorus: x2]

Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off

Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off

Me I be a G from way back in the day

With that I don’t give a fuck about your set, type mentality

[Blaze:]

4 bullets left in my pocket, I’m a madman

Three more people wanna test me

3 bullets left in my pocket, I’m a madman

Two more people wanna test me

2 bullets left in my pocket, I’m a madman

One more person wanna test me

1 bullets left in my pocket, I’m a madman

Don’t nobody wanna test me

“Damn! Fuck! I ran outta muthafuckin ammo, unless you count the box of shells I got in the glove compartment!”

Blaze Ya Dead Homie The Crypt Keeper

“You should not have come here. your not welcome here. this place is for the dead.”

They call me the crypt keeper in charge of the netherworlds

Death valley is made up of skeletons and spoken words

Vultures fly by like ghetto birds and pick flesh from bones

While they melt in the sun like ice cream cones the dead zone

Absorb’em until it rains brimstone and hot lava melt away puppet strings

Got a thousand of ’em waiting to jump if I give the word

And drag you down in the crypt without a care or concern

I hold the hour glass which means my word is my bond

And if your name appear on my list it’ you I will be creepin on

Of should I say encryptin no I’m not trippin I pause for a second

To reload my weapon and blast

[Chorus x2]

You fucking with the crypt keeper you fucked up now bitch cause I here to see ya

You fucking with the crypt keeper you fucked up now bitch cause I here to see ya

(the sun is falling and it’s raining blood the deadman has returned to your neighborhood)

And you know I’m bout to blast break backs, cut throats, bullet holes, gun smoke

Don’t you know bitch motherfucker I’m a lay you down

And you know I’m bout to blast break backs, cut throats, bullet holes, gun smoke

Don’t you know bitch motherfucker I’m a lay you down

You fucking with the crypt keeper you fucked up now bitch cause I here to see ya

You fucking with the crypt keeper you fucked up now bitch cause I here to see ya

(the sun is falling and it’s raining blood the deadman has returned to your neighborhood

Pour out some liquor and bow your head and show respect to the motherfuckin dead

Blaze Ya Dead Homie Grave Ain’t No Place

A motherfucker recognize a thug mashin’ hard

Straight out the plot of my cemetery yard

Buried so long, nobody gave a shit

Blood and tears, embedded in my casket

Been surrounded, old folks everywhere

Smell of dry piss covered the air

When I heard the voices say arise from the grave

I quickly dug myself out and went to find the 12-gauge

Shotgun, double barrelled sawed off pump

Safety runs thru the target if you test me

Psycho thug, mashin’ outta control

Spent too many fuckin’ years deep in a hole

But still I’m a killa, feindin’ for the streets

Slangin’ rocks on a 9 to 5 beat

All that change, now got maggots on my face

I’m back from the dead to give yo ass a taste

The grave ain’t no place for a psycho thug killa!

Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!

The grave ain’t no place, I should be out mashin!

Never goin’ back to my muthafuckin’ casket!

The grave ain’t no place for a psycho thug killa!

Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!

The grave ain’t no place, I should be out mashin!

Never goin’ back to my muthafuckin’ casket!

The grave ain’t no place to be

Too much like the penetentary

Locked away in concrete

I’m buried 6 feet

Guess so, so when you roam

You can find your way home

Cuffs tight around the wrist cause I was bustin’ my chrome

Dark visions in the smog when I walk with the dead

Bad dreams in the night keep you shakin’ in bed

Is it all in your head cause you’re locked in a cage?

And clear your mind and get shanked and live the cemetery way

I’m sittin’ in the cemetery

I got a plan to kill a pig so I placed a phony call about a bitch I buried

Fuck a cell, I won’t ever go back

I got you creasin’ in my pocket like a folded up rap

I look in the back, a squad car pullin’ up slow

I grabbed the pistol in the hand with the glove, and let it blow

Dashin’ off like a theif in the night

To me it was right

I had to end his muthafuckin’ life

The grave ain’t no place for a psycho thug killa!

Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!

The grave ain’t no place, I should be out mashin!

Never goin’ back to my muthafuckin’ casket!

The grave ain’t no place for a psycho thug killa!

Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!

The grave ain’t no place, I should be out mashin!

Never goin’ back to my muthafuckin’ casket!

They can’t keep a dead body locked down

In the ground

Of the pen

Came thru the dirt, break free again

Leave my home of the grave, shared with the roaches

Back on the street, keep an eye on the vultures

Flip, my escape out the front gates

When the pigs check yo’ friends, ain’t no trace

Of a gangsta, I’m already out robbin’ suckers

Pistol whippin’ bitches, puttin’ holes in motherfuckers

Act like you know, Psychopathic on the glock

And I gives no fuck when I’m mashin’ up ya block

Empty out the chamber, so long to your family

Everybody history

Nothing left but memories

Friends start to cry and you’re one with the earth

Ain’t nobody cry for me, not even the church

My rebirth was greeted my a police chase

But I’m a thug motherfucker, I ain’t catchin’ a case

The grave ain’t no place for a psycho thug killa!

Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!

The grave ain’t no place, I should be out mashin!

Never goin’ back to my muthafuckin’ casket!

The grave ain’t no place for a psycho thug killa!

Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!

The grave ain’t no place, I should be out mashin!

Never goin’ back to my muthafuckin’ casket!

The grave ain’t no place for a psycho thug killa!

Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!

The grave ain’t no place, I should be out mashin!

Never goin’ back to my muthafuckin’ casket!

The grave ain’t no place for a psycho thug killa!

Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!

The grave ain’t no place, I should be out mashin!

Never goin’ back to my muthafuckin’ casket!

Blaze Ya Dead Homie Monster Inside

He walks with a grin, he grows from within, he lives off fear and he eats off sin,

He walks like a troll, his body is cold, if he had a heart it’d be black as coal.

Death’s at his hands, plottin’ gang plans, its all predetermined by the grains of sand

And the hourglass break drop as the hours pass, and he relives the excitement til the last glass.

His rage is displayed with a gauge to your stomach, it lives in a chef as he chops at the veins,

Press human patties’ at blood soak bay, its all that remains at the end of his day,

Hes a nightmare in the night air with a cold stare you could be the one caught in his sick glare

Now ya chosen, and ya frozen, oh its mine. it’ll break itself free if only in due time.

(Monster)

Pain.

Torture.

Kill.

Destroy.

Thats all I wanna do thats all that brings me joy.

I am the monster within taking control, and once I am out I am never letting go.

There’s a monster!

(dat lives inside me!)

There’s a monster!

(Somewhere inside me!)

There’s a monster!

(it lives inside me!)

There’s a monster!

(always inside me!)

Gotta stay locked away, if he came out to play, feel his lust to kill and then everybody pay.

His thirst is much worse and his craving its a curse, he likes scrambled eggs til the eyes burst,

And pull off fingernails wit a set of vicegrips, he doused you all in gasoline after he takes a sip.

Tortures you for sacrifice to feed his appetite, his ritualist god, his ritual is hot.

The fear is immense, as insists by the screams, and the sound that goes round is the thing in the streets.

Right before the kill hes crackin jokes like a jester, got you layed out on the table like you is death stained

Don’t kill quick, as he tends to enjoy it. when hes in control the memory is a lil sorted

Pain is all that remains like a chain oh god, I feel em again hes in my brain!

(Monster)

Pain.

Torture.

Kill.

Destroy.

Thats all I wanna do thats all that brings me joy.

I am the monster within taking control, and once I am out I am never letting go.

There’s a monster!

(dat lives inside me!)

There’s a monster!

(Somewhere inside me!)

There’s a monster!

(it lives inside me!)

There’s a monster!

(always inside me!)

(Monster)

Its not.. an easy thing to be a monster. believe me I feel it.

I need to be alone. ugh. but I’m not alone am i?

(Lady)

How do you need help from me?

(Monster)

Come closer.. close.-err..

There’s a monster!

(dat lives inside me!)

There’s a monster!

(Somewhere inside me!)

There’s a monster!

(it lives inside me!)

There’s a monster!

(always inside me!)

There’s a monster!

(dat lives inside me!)

There’s a monster!

(Somewhere inside me!)

There’s a monster!

(it lives inside me!)

There’s a monster!

(always inside me)

Blaze Ya Dead Homie Ratchet

[Verse 1 – Blaze:]

Bitch you’s a ratchet

Twerk that ass, go on get down I wanna smash it

Get check on my casket, that’s what’s up

You fell in love with a dead man straight out the casket

We fuck like rabbits, I’m meant to be ?plugged?

Cause I know who gets the laughing, get it crackin’

Get it smackin’ on the ass, she likes it hard and classic

And I’mma give it to her just like that

Get it poppin’, drop, drop, drop it low

A little way she works on the pole, I want some more

Never disappoints, smokes the joint and hits the joint

Got a grip on that bitch, pallet on that [?]

While she playin’ with the tip, give it a kiss

A [?] little pressing and she loved it

Back to bitch, get it going in the daylight

So tight, parkin’ infront of the mall

Ain’t no time for stage fright

[Hook – Jamie Madrox:]

She got a way that she walks up and down the streets

That make heads turn

She got a wiggle in her hips and some big ass tits

And mesmerised motherfucker when she licked the lips

(Too fine for a home girl)

She ain’t a runaway bitch from off the block

(Too fine for a home girl)

She ain’t a runaway bitch from off the block

She’s the ratchet from the hood

[Verse 2 – Anybody Killa:]

She’s too fly for her own good, ratchet bitch

But everytime she dance, she’ll be giving me wood

Finest girl in the whole hood

I [?] saved that hoe in a minute and treat her right if I could

She got a ass that won’t quit when she walks

She got a dirtyness about her when she talks

She got a mean attitude with some big ol’ titties

That I’m always staring at like a hawk

This bitch is always up to nothing but fucking and dick sucking

Drinkin’ like an grown man and heavy with her druggin’

Pale skin cause she sleeps all day

Pajama pants on her front porch rollin’ a J

Ratchet in her own way with a gangsta style

Walkin’ seven mile with a forty puffin’ ’em out

22 in her purse look crazy, always actin’ shady

I would say she’s far from a lady

[Hook – Jamie Madrox:]

She got a way that she walks up and down the streets

That make heads turn

She got a wiggle in her hips and some big ass tits

And mesmerised motherfucker when she licked the lips

(Too fine for a home girl)

She ain’t a runaway bitch from off the block

(Too fine for a home girl)

She ain’t a runaway bitch from off the block

She’s the ratchet from the hood

[Verse 3 – Blaze:]

Round two, ratchet bitch, thought you knew

Got to put an overtime with a dead, we ain’t through

Get your mission, assume the position

Tie you up in chains and play on that fifty shades of grey

I like the way she says she likes it rough

And can’t get enough

Then read her poker face and I’m goin’ on a bluff

Oil ?forced? whole house, two pair we gettin’ ’em

Ménage à trois with you ratchet hoes I don’t play

Suck my dick till it go numb

Go dumb put a nut in each mouth and they hump

Get it misses, got a bounce up and down

Like I’m hittin’ switches, gridin’ on that big ass

Is working out the bitches

Love them ratchet hoes and their ?dads?

Keep the block hot, givin’ up the pussy on the spot

And its gat, them ratchets kinda like a classy hood rat

Except giving you head without packing a strap

[Hook – Jamie Madrox:]

She got a way that she walks up and down the streets

That make heads turn

She got a wiggle in her hips and some big ass tits

And mesmerised motherfucker when she licked the lips

(Too fine for a home girl)

She ain’t a runaway bitch from off the block

(Too fine for a home girl)

She ain’t a runaway bitch from off the block

She’s the ratchet from the hood

Blaze Ya Dead Homie Deadman Walking

[Verse 1:]

Everybody make way for the walking dead

He says it to the wolves

And all they said

Is back to the lab

With ya scientific marble

I’m alive even though I break off and crumble

Let me sleep forever and have a nice dream

Cause IF I walk these streets

You’re gonna hear the night scream,

Trust me I don’t even have a bestfriend

To find your ass murdered and dumped on the west end

I’m a deadman watchin’ you face to face

Shiiiit!

My breathe so bad

You can taste it.

(Look out… here he comes)

(Oh my God it’s him)

I stomp when I walk

Big 6 feet 10

I be a deadman walking

I’m still barkin’

Where will I fall so all ya’ll can chalk me out

No doubt I’m a walk it out

That’s what I’m talking ’bout bitch

Everybody shout

[Hook:]

Walk it out [x4]

Walk Walk Walk it out [x2]

Walk it out [x4]

Walk Walk Walk it out [x2]

[Verse 2:]

This deadman walks between evil and good

The purgatory I’m livin in is misunderstood

Through the ravens’ red eyes

Beazulbub is watchin’ B.L.A.Z.E.

The deadman will walk it out

Boom Walkin’ side steps

Got up and stepped into

The keeblers crib

You kept knockin’ on my crib

Until I finally came out

Rose up above you

And snuffed ya flame out

The clock on my neck tells backwards time

And that Ouija board ain’t no hole you’ll find

I know demons that’ll come through

And won’t go back

They’ll pull tha hair out ya head

It won’t grow back

I de a deadman walking

I’m still barkin’

Where will I fall so all ya’ll can chalk me out

No doubt, I’m a walk it out

That’s what I’m talkin ’bout bitch

Everyboddy shout

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

I’ve gone all the way around this planet twice

Lookin’ for a way of how to pay this price

All across the deserts and over terrains

If I’m dead why do I feel so much pain

I Be a deadman walking

I’m still barkin’

Where will I fall So all ya’ll can chalk me out

No doubt I’m a walk it out

That’s what I’m talking ‘Bout Bitch

Everybody shout

[Chorus]