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[Intro: Jamie Madrox] For The Fam Volume Two Monoxide [Monoxide] Here come that Methric boy with a gas can, bottles and napkins Electric chords and duct tape spread on a mattress 'Cause I sleep with death on a pillow of blackness You couldn't match this, living in a house of matchsticks I'll burn you to the ground and write a rhyme in ya ashes I ain't down with the masses Most you rappers rappin' today, you ain't worthy of your motherfuckin' tracklist You're embarrassin' like fuckin' a fat bitch on the stairs And there's cameras everywhere With a live feed to the big screen in the middle of Times Square And I'ma leave it right there, get the picture, I can't fucks with ya I got a box full of accelerants and a mind full of degenerate intelligence I'm a little south for the heaven sent, you want proof? My whole life's this [Jamie Madrox] (For The Fam) (Turn down for what?!) Everything you throw away, I want that shit (Madrox, Madrox) The lies and the hate, I feed off... [Jamie Madrox] Everything you throw away, I want that shit The lies and the hate, I feed off it (Turn down for what?!) I'm just a monster, maybe a robot Some say I killed myself but I did not (Turn down for what?!) I wanted everything the way I wanted it You say I'm heartless and inconsiderate? (Turn down for what?!) But you don't understand how we do things We fly sideways, with the broken wings (Turn down for what?!) (For The Fam) We are freak shows, carnival spectacles All you hoes can suck dick, tits, and testicles Everything you know will stop and start again In the midst of your life, the church, and government Mesmerized, can't believe your eyes Shown you the light and now you're hypnotized Realize how easy that you can fall Your body, your life, your soul, we want it all Fire up your loud, another round of shots Fire up your loud, another round of shots Fire up your loud, another round of shots Fire up your loud, another round of shots