Beware the wicked shit...
(Chorus X2)
Watch as they change and mutate into a Freekshow,
Twiztid serial killin juggalos.
I was born an accident off the reapa,
free spirit but a mind drifter,
vampire label me the the blood sipper,
with an X in the middle of my head the fallen sun,
grave walker, legions of killas and soul stalkers, midnight murauders,
we put the world in a servation,
we told ya'll to listen to Twiztid mo' mistic then superstition,
transparent like a shodow in the dark I float by, lookin at you dead in the eye,
time to wke the dead on up and ring the alarm,
we got you bitches shakin and nervous with sweaty palms,
time to be on let's roll where mortal never roll,
home is in a pitch black room all alone,
seperated on til death doing so,
so i create and populate the dead zone,
(Chorus X4)
playin you we're mother fuckin new,
every MC in the vicinity is bumped to #2,
comin out like Freekshows, and all you hoes that don't know,
ya'll can tell those and dead hoes,
bitch you don't understand the Dark Carnival,
this misunderstood realm of all juggalo's,
called Freekshows, and made fun of from every day,
but when we return with axes ya'll bitches run away,
I'm a warlock, walk on water with wicked spells,
banished to purgatory border line of heaven and hell,
see me for all that I am and all that I do,
the multiple man appears in multiples of 2,
evolution of the soul took place in a cocoon,
and we appear from the shadows by the light of the moon,
we the nightbreed walkin amongst the dead,
nobody can figure out whats goin on inside of my head,
(Chorus X4)
Beware the wicked shit....