me and Madrox, rockin bitches, slappin the world,
we say shit to make a pulse grow quick little bitch,
paint a picture like picasso from your blood when it drips,
take a sip it makes me stronger than the stongest man,
my mind takes a journey to the farthest land,
I'm the whole worlds kryptonite,
I got these bitches on the ground kissin hands, cryin beggin for their life,
I'm a put your knife to a neck, gotta go,1 you just a hoe, 2 you ain't a juggalo,
get your head split quick, some shit you can't stitch,
I'm a scrub for life don't let the hair style ??,
with a bag of weed lookin to smoke it, those who don't know it I'm Monoxide,
blaze up a smoke, pass that to your boy and give his bitch a choke,
(Chorus X2)
4 thoze of you that don't know, never blow hydro, are you afraid to go whree I go,
eventhough call yourself a juggalo tellin everybody that you're down.
for those of you that don't know, it's Mr Madrox, first name Jamie,
can't nobody see me and my brother M-O-N-O, on the mic,
and basically my little brother Blaze put it down with thug mentality,
we represent the vacinity of the east,
but there'll be no love for hoes or the police,
what you thought it was bumping weak shit need to get some hatchet in your life,
cuz you perpatratin like we don't know,
yesterday you were a hater but today you a juggalo,
you just a false wearin sheep nanny gost,
tryin to fall up with the flock with that same mopey dope,
tryin to turn you in the shot, second hand south scanned underground,
and plus 100 grand, do fuck a fan base, show me family faces,
no matter they size shape or races,
(Chorus X2)
first off who better trip and get sawed off,
painted to the back of your head acting like you're dead,
don't play, 12 shells a day,
still puttin it down for my G's around the way,
ain't nobody tryin to step to, better watch your mouth homeboy I'll powerplex you,
into the mat now picture that,
your styles so skinny, your noise is hella hella phat,
phat, enough to kick it with a gang of hoodrats in the back of a chicken shack,
move it to the back of your jaw like a side effect,
got a 12 gauge and I'm holdin it down,
who wanna ride with me cuz I'm headed eastward bound,
call the T-W-I-Z-T-I-D-B-L-A-Z-E,
and we ride to infinity.
(Chorus til end)