Blaze & Monoxide

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Clay] Strictly for the mixtapes! [Verse: Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Monoxide] Psychopathic is the label, leavin' others disabled Broke, down, and lame while we passin' in the fast lane You snake suck-ass bitches under suspicion Of copyin' the music, but you'll never have the vision Can't nobody fuck with the Hatchet They try to catch it, like a bad case of bad luck, you end up in a casket Fuck the rap, it's deeper than the abyss Rollin' like a battleship with a missile, ready to launch, bitch! Safe to say that we got a military mindset And when the war comes home, we'll be leading countless sects With plans to strike first and hit 'em off Until every motherfucker is ready to be in coffins I'm fantastic like four marvelous heroes in space I'm represented by the name '00 of Villainous I come with the spirits and take offense to anybody Hatin' on the crew that I'm rollin' with I reside in the home of the Insane and Twiztid Remain with the wickedest family in the business Killin' the game, not just same old, same old Monoxide and Blaze, so you know we out cold Out cold, all you hoes will get bagged like fat dimes In line like I'm handin' out three for twenty-five My kinda shine gets weak around the limelight Psychopathic keep it in the woods like a termite Underground is what they call the sound, but it pounds When I'm rollin' past the cop car, bumpin' with the windows down Let It Bleed Volume 1 is the title With my homie DJ Clay, mixin' like a shoot rifle It's me and Blaze on some little bitch, yo With Clay rollin' a blunt and some purple indigo J came with the beat and the clutch like free throws With no time on the clock, so now the game's over [Outro: DJ Clay] Ya Dead Homie! The Chainsmoker! Clay!