Artist: Twiztid f/ Blaze Ya Dead Homie Album: Cryptic Collection 3 Song: 4 Those of You (Remix) Typed by: timmy.bogenburt@gmail.com I hate, hate, everyone I hate everyone I, I, I, hate [Monoxide] We off the traintracks homeboy, we 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 like Picasso from the blood when it drip Take a sip, it makes me stronger than the strongest man And my mind takes a journey to the farthest land I'm the whole world's kryptonite, I got these bitches on they knees Kissin' hands, cryin', beggin' for they life I'm a butcher knife to the neck, gotta go, what One, you just a ho, right, two, you ain't a Juggalo, believe that Broads you watch your mouth and represent, you get your head split Quick, some shit they can't stitch I'm a scrub for life, don't let the hairstyle throw it With a bag of weed, looking to blow it Those who don't know it, I'm Monoxide, blaze up a smoke And pass that shit to your boy and give his bitch a choke, biatch I hate, hate everyone I hate everyone I, I, I hate everyone I hate everyone [Jamie Madrox] For those of you that don't know it's Mr. Madrox, yeah First name Jamie, can't nobody see me And my brother M-O-N-O on the M-I-C and basically My little brother Blaze put it down with thug mentality, that's right We represent the vicinity of the East, eastside Bustin' free, no love for hoes or the police What you thought it was Bumpin' weak shit, need to get some Hatchet in your life cause Don't perpetrate like we don't know Yesterday you was a hater but today you's a Juggalo, bitch You just a punk wearin' cheap nanny coats Tryin' to fall up in the flock with the same hokey-doke I turn you into smoke, breathe it in, second hand I'm stayin' underground, just lost a hundred grand So fuck a fan base, yeah, show me family face, yeah No matter they size, shape or race I hate, hate everyone I hate everyone I, I, I hate everyone I hate everyone [Blaze] First off, here we go, whoever trippin' get it sawed off One into the back of your head, actin' like you're dead Don't play, twelve shells a day Still put it down for my G's around the way, hey, hey, hey Ain't nobody tryin' to step to Better watch your mouth homeboy I'll powerplex you Into the mat, now picture that Your style so skinny, your nose is hella hella fat, fat Fat enough to kick it With a gang of hood rats in the back of a chicken shack We relax in your jaw like a side effect And fuck you hood rat hoes in the projects Got a twelve gauge and I'm holdin' it down Who wanna ride with me cause I'm headed East with bail Callin' D, dumpin' T-W-I-Z-T-I-D B-L-A-Z-E and we ride till infinity, yeah I hate, hate everyone I hate everyone I, I, I hate everyone I hate everyone