Somethin’ Outta Horror Flick

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Clay] Madrox! [Verse 1: Jamie Madrox & DJ Clay] Precise and we plucking chickens and picking a fight We're sick when we kick it wicked and not what you like We're stranger than average, average is nowhere to be seen Bad apples that fell an orchid short of the family tree (Oh!) Not like the others, style is hotter than most do We come with the shit others try to come close to So bet it all on odd and let it ride The Crimson Twins have returned to reclaim thе Eastside (Twiztid) Stay tight like a facelift Hеar no, see no, fear no evil, create it Lyrically I'm Jason, my brother's Michael Myers Killin', sniffin' for blood like sharks and vampires (What!) Horrific, yep, yeah, that's the core of it Shove it in they face 'til they can't take no more of it And forfeit, get all in your pores like a sports drink The doctor is in, and I'll take an appointment (Let's get it!) [Chorus: DJ Clay] Somethin' out a horror flick Spittin' wicked, make people want more of it Hands up when they singin' our choruses You don't like it, then you can hit the door, bitch! (DJ Clay!) Somethin' out a horror flick Spit it wicked, make people want more of it Hands up when they singin' our choruses You don't like it, then you can hit the door, bitch! (R.O.C.!) [Verse 2: The R.O.C. & DJ Clay] If I'm sick, sick as done If I spit, that means you run, ain't no guns More deadlier than the most vicious of vampires Night walks the day, mental dwellers spit fire I ain't for hire, kill at will with this pen Mortal to immortal men, we'll bend and spin like rims Hostile attitude, I can't be touched The definition to what I've become, ooh what a rush Traumatic stress got the best of you (Best of you) Go and submit, I'll tear the flesh from you (Flesh from you) I got you all running the block, screaming for help (Help) Chasin' your wealth (Wealth), there goes your health, fool! Lyrically, Madrox is Jason, and Mono's Michael Myers That means I'm Freddy in your deepest desires Pliers can't remove us, no way to lose us Leave you roofless, 'cause I'm ruthless (Yeah!) [Chorus: DJ Clay] Somethin' out a horror flick Spit it wicked, make people want more of it Hands up when they singin' our choruses You don't like it, then you can hit the door, bitch! [Segue: DJ Clay] Die, motherfucker, die (Uh oh, R.O.C.!) Die, motherfucker, die (On some Twiztid "Diemuthafuckadie" shit) Die, mother-