Insane Clown Posse - Free Studio - The Entire Hatchet Family lyrics

(Violent J) You guys ready? Alright, I'm first with the freestyle up in the free studio Lotus Pod, Uhh I split your whole f**ing forehead open Rude Boy style I keep it raunchy and funky Like a dirty laundry pile I can rhyme, I can rap, I can sing, I can clap I can dance, you should see me right now, but you can't I turn heads like an explosion when I hit the door. I put Zach Gowen in a figure four in front of the liquor store I can get pimply like pillow talk with love songs Anyway that I can get up in that a** like a thong I brings it on (Esham) b**h, I'm back when you thought I was gone I'm sipping shots of syrup straight to the dome I'm all up in your home, you all alone Twilight zone, ET phone home Don't pick up the chrome, no don't pick up the chrome When she picked up the phone the back of her brains blown No screams, no moans Not a mortician, make sure your head gets sewn on Now that you're dead on gone (Anybody k**a) Listen up, pay attention while this sh**s still in my head Psychopathic mothaf**er Representing black and red Pointing fingers at my enemies Native nuts get these Mark a** bustas acting hard, b**h please Have you ever heard the sound Of a meat cleaver swinging? Head in a handbag, hoe church singing Stare up at the moon hoe Look at all the light That's where you run When you see some k**ers in sight (Monoxide Child) They call me M-O-N-O-X-I-D to the E And it really don't matter what you think of me I'm up in this b**h for free Hanging with family And all I keep thinking is I hope somebody brought a bag of weed I like them flavored blunt wraps Or a peach white owl But here, I'm in a hurry So just pack a bowl for now It's still a hatchet b**h Ain't nothing change But my bracket b**hing If you just can't deal with that (Come and see the red and black) (Jumpsteady) As the cold night folds round We be creeping without a sound With rydas who are bound As the steering wheel turns around Our ghost car drifting in and out the street lights Wizards in the back who know the craft of street fights Heads be bobbing As smoke is floating from window cracks A nightmare Cadillac with white reflected off our gats Demons without reason Or the mercy we once knew Revenge is like the sweetest joy Bringing visions of de ja vu (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) I ain't no joke and no this ain't Rakim or Eric B It's the B-L-A-Z-E Microphone and weed fiend Down with Nicotine And my homie M-O-N-O Wrap you with Cellophane And I cut the head off the Devil Unstoppable, got shine like Violent J Nobody standing in the way You better watch what you say Keep it fat and hard to kidnap like Madrox And strangle b**hes quick as Shaggy 2 Dope Up on the block (Shaggy 2 Dope) My name is Joey Utsler It ain't no Joseph f**ing Utssler f** off Before they find your head in a dumpster I'm cruising down 7 Mile dirty as f** I got some f**ing explosives And pipe bombs in the truck I shot the senator And I don't even know who that is I'm tighter then a 2 door Escort Packed with 7 fat kids So tell your momma to f** off And I'm coming to dinner You've got a hot b**h in the D I probably had my dick up in her (Jamie Madrox) Ooooh, free is like my favorite word Right next to food Freaks and flowing on the microphone b**h, I bring the absurd Corrupt and cryptic, linguistics of TWIZTID! 2 to the double O 4 And I'm still rapping with for the hatchet In the free studio With panty hose on the mic screen 40 bottles e'rywhere k**er rolling the light green Light the blunt up So we can lace the cut up And dub my sh** to ca**ette Even if I f** up It's just the free studio (Syn) You've got some p**y (I got some dick for that) Ride with us b**h (And you ain't coming back Why don't you just take a look at my hatchet) Here come the train, try and catch it (What, I know this planet can't match it) I take your booty and I smack it Because my name is Syn (and that's all I do So f** you) FREE STUDIO FREE STUDIO (Rude Boy) That's right it's a f**ing free studio It's the Lotus Pod The motherf**ing studio we own Psychopathic, yeah That's right, this the Rude Boy right here Coming to you from Southwest All the way to the East side This city is ours Boss up!