Shock & Awe

Lyrics

[Intro: Jamie Madrox] "Thank you! And the nominees for the best solo, underground duo, acoustic, country, urban, pop, remix classical cover band, artist, duo, and or group, or and or solo artist groups are:" [Verse 1: Anybody Killa] Don't read it, time to shut 'em down, turn another page Put 'em in the Blender magazine crusade Kill 'em all, burn 'em all, take 'em to the streets Another publicist dead, page one fifty-three Only credit was a cover tag, next month's issue Read all about fellow bands dissin' you Here's a story for that ass, Lotus ready to brawl Bringin' you blood, shock and awe, so bring it on [Verse 2: Violent J] You can't make or break me, fuck MTV I'm a underground killer huntin' VIP And murderous me followin' Tom home With a twelve inch shank about to bloody the chrome I cut his throat so deep, nearly cut off his head Thirteen wounds found in the chest of his kids And his wife, I still got his wife She be suckin' our dicks at The Pod as we write [Chorus] Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall And then back into the underworld we crawl so fuck y'all bitches Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall And then back into the underworld we crawl so fuck y'all bitches [Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope] I pull up strappin' bombs at your tailgate parties Rush your gate with at least 45 of my homies Pissin' on power rigs, knockin' out sound man Jump in your mosh pit with my Hatchet in hand OzzFest, Blood Fest, no core no more Showin' all these faggots all about hardcore Tyin' hands with mic cords and burn down your stage All this shit and all Juggalo's names [Verse 4: Monoxide] As soon as I walk in the door I set it off I slap Fred Durst and the guy who plays Ross So temptin' to rush the stage And choke the shit outta Chris Cornell for ruinin' Rage (And the award goes to...) Lights go out, I'm doin' again And when they come back on I got my dick in Lil' Kim I pulled off the rubber and bitch slapped Danny Glover Now I swing on Ashton Kutcher and I bet I get the cover [Chorus] Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall And then back into the underworld we crawl so fuck y'all bitches Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall And then back into the underworld we crawl so fuck y'all bitches [Verse 5: Jamie Madrox] Fuck the radio and all the songs they play Their playlists are wack and their DJ's are gay I ain't payin' you shit to play my song Five g's for rotation, you know that's wrong Got to come with more money just to add my shit Gotta pay an A & R to straight suck your dick Take you to lunch get you all drunk and shit I'm like fuck nah, fuck you and the mainstream, bitch [Verse 6: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] I bomb on all you pop artists, what's that? Fuckin' radio friendly love songs, that shit is wack All you candy coated rappers and red cap wearers I got seven slugs and eleven pallbearers The only pop I know is a pop from my gat When I cock the hammer and pull the trigger back Erasin' the top ten spots, cut out ya hearts And make you number one on the dead chart bitch [Chorus] Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall And then back into the underworld we crawl so fuck y'all bitches Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall And then back into the underworld we crawl so fuck y'all bitches [Outro: Jamie Madrox] "And the nominees are: Dirty Lunch Meat, The Tumbling Elbows, Hot Garbage, Fred Parker and the Pleasentries, Emcee Alfredo and Little Cream Sauce. *Laugh* I fucked it all up! *Laugh*"