Lyrics

Part I: "Rep That Wicked" Reverse Mix [Verse: Blaze] Your homie Blaze, 12-gauge locked and loaded Gun powder, sound of thunder from the barrel when exploded Brass [?] grass and I smoke it Hollow point slugs leave your chest wide open Dead man never be the one to play with See me on the scene they white flags are wavin' Skulls I cave in with the handle of the gun I carve in a tray so I can ash the blunt Smеlling sweet like a skunk, Blaze ain't just a name Got 'еm white like cocaine but conjuring up dead things [?] ammunition Fifty cal, carve 'em all in half [?] division Still they hard-headed, don't wanna listen That's why I'm making coffins for your bitch ass to bed in (Get in) Go and tuck yourself away into the pine box The blood and brain matter they can't erase with Clorox [Chorus: Twiztid] This is for the freak shows, this is for the killers Middle fingers up to people that don't get us This is for the graveyard, this is for the dead Everybody else can go to hell instead I rep that wicked shit 'til the day that I die It's a worldwide homicide If you down with Twiztid, then let's begin Our journey to the darker side Part II: "Kill Somebody" Reverse Mix [Intro: Monoxide, Jamie Madrox] I wanna fuckin' kill somebody, kill somebody Should I chop? Time to cut 'em? Maybe shoot 'em? Kill 'em all Use an ax or a gun, a knife, a chainsaw [Verse: Lee Carver] Bloodletting impending, your life ending my fantasy Serrated edges entering your anatomy rapidly These demons that I live with, [?] naturally-gifted Power tools and puncture wounds the method that I stick with Exquisite my next victim turn into a work of art Murder artist, we ain't even touched upon the torture part I take your whole family with me on a nature walk You shouldn't talk to strangers now you're laying on a table saw [?] custom caskets, sew your skin into the fabrics Skinning bitches like rabbits, I practice similar tactics As Ramirez, I'm serious, I think that I got a problem Murder death kill, dip 'em in acid and dissolve 'em Haunted by every victim, blood is everything I'm seeing Now I'm sticking sharp objects while you're screamin' in your ear canal Tell the corpse no remorse, tell the next of kin I'm not sorry I just wanna kill somebody [Outro: Monoxide, Jamie Madrox] Should I chop? Time to cut 'em? Maybe shoot 'em? Kill 'em all Use an ax or a gun, a knife, a chainsaw I wanna kill somebody I wanna fuckin' kill somebody Part III: "Dead & Gone (Unh-Stop)" Reverse Mix [Verse: Billy Obey] Now let me count how many fucks I give, none My pen 'bout to leave 'em stuck like a pick, for fun And when you're dead and gone, you're hardly remembered Except the macaroni art that I made with your innards Another Picasso, a lost soul found mutilated 'Cause when I kill, I feel rejuvenated, truly made it Therapeutic, I had to do it or I lose it Like you did your life, maybe it isn't right, but it feels that way I mean, what does that say about me? I don't feel so empty when I [?] Crazy, might be, probably more than likely Psyche of a psycho striking nightly Find me four o' clock in the morning Knife in your wifey 'til the blood stop pouring And I thought I warned y'all that death would be coming soon I'm getting off while I'm finger banging the puncture wound