[Hook]
So whatthef**
So whatthef**, whatthef** yeah
(Increase the deceased, will your body rest in peace?)
So whatthef**, whatthef** yeah
(Now that your soul get's released when your body rot's)
So whatthef**, whatthef** yeah
(In the grave will you have time to pray?)
So whatthef**, whatthef** yeah
(Hoping that your soul will be saved)
[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
Hey yo, f** everybody that ain't down with us
Superstars incorporated label us, infamous
n***as is ridiculous for trying to replicate our contexts
Not equivalent to my terror, they suffer broke necks
b**h a** n***as is trying to imitate my real-estate
So me and Monoxide Child we had to migrate
Like ducks in the winter
We sinners with the halos
Left the company in the dust for lack of payroll
Now we stable, on our feet, willing and able
To switch it from your groin to your naval
You wanna talk of fables
I turn the tables like the exorcist
Dominate your cerebellum so don't stand next to this
Multiple equation, abrasion to your mindstate
Inquisitive minds and eyes dilate
While I dominate on the underground level
I'm not the devil with no who*es, pitchforks or shovels
So can you dig it I be Jamie Madrox bleach white like Mr. Clorox
Be cold like Mr.Thomas but I don't be claiming White Sox
My Louisville Slugger, my weapon for bashing brains
Leavin' competition tangled in chains like I was Pinhead
A sin to bite, livin' at night, ffraid of sunlight
Police told to shoot on sight, you think they might?
If they do I'll return fire at rapid speeds
Show them b**hes a trick I got up my sleeve
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Monoxide]
Tell you the truth it's like this
Everybody can s** my dick
And I could give a f** less b**h
You ain't sh** and I'mma be the first to tell
I got your family all hostage and they burnin in hell
True, I sold my soul, I never did sh** with it
But I could give a f** about it
So I know that I could live without it
A constant struggle to get to the top
Increase the deceased, let it pop then watch 'em drop
Pressing the bu*ton stopping at nothing
You f** with grown folks
Kids you better think before you say something
All up your crib, what looking for goods
Scream style muthaf**as with them masks in the hoods
It ain't good remember that
All you s**ers on the Internet
Thinking it's cool but we ain't into that
Sitting in my room alone mad depressed
Relieve the stress by sticking pencils in my chest
God bless a bag of weed
So I can get high and get back at you s**ers in music
With some sh** to make your ears bleed
Proceed to talk that sh**, it's all wack
I'm gonna get high and pay the whole world back
[Hook]
[Outro]
Whatthef** b**hes I.S.I. in this b**h!
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