Twiztid - Here I Am lyrics

[Hook: Madrox] Here I am (I'm right here dog) (can you see me?) Well here I am (I'm right here n***a) (can you see me?) Here I am (I'm right here b**h) (can you see me?) Well here I am (and I'm runnin' with a hatchet) [Verse 1: Jamie Madrox] Here I am, a lunatic from head to toe I sleep in cabinets with the dead but don't let nobody know That I'm not your ordinary average every day type person We keep it live while y'all n***as be rehearsin' Cursin' us, hopin' that we dissapear But we been in the game for so many many years That we never gon' stop, and we never gon' fade Twiztid in this b**h with the Juggalo serenade Vampire, serial k**a, with an axe I'm a maniac, scarin' n***as straight into a heart attack Life is like a relapse, can you see that? My name is Jamie Madrox, represented by the bat Dark Knight, dark skies, milk white eyes People of the sunlight better be advised There's a new breed of k**a on the streets today Here I am, I'm a maniac, what you say? [Hook: Blaze] [Verse 2: Blaze] Where my dead thugs? Who jack fools and slang d** And call each other bloody cops Who ain't afraid to ride through the hood with a piece on they lap I'm just a k**a b**h, you don't want a n***a autograph Ice-cold like a 40 oz Only thugs and k**as be the ones down to ride with me Where my k**as at? Shootin' up right back And all you b**h muthaf**as you can get the nutsack Things change in the hood fast, can't think slow Stay away from the busta-a** b**hes and hoes And for the 50, give me the slugs and the rifle I turn the pig into a sloppy joe No b**h in blue gonna tell me sh** I hope ya badge can protect ya from the shotgun, nig From the cradle to the grave and the end of time I hold it down, ask me where I'm at, n***a you know the time [Hook: Monoxide] [Verse 3: Monoxide] I rock the wicked wit' my n***a big Blaze and Madrox You can try to shake my gates and can't fade my padlocks You see me represent my hood and my homies for mad blocks Here to slide at all you fake-a** Biggies and 2Pacs 2 blocks, it ain't enough you better hit the streets hard And pray that I don't catch you and find you a graveyard I'm a psycho thug, f** ya iced-out mug I spent my money on a casket and some fat-a** buds I slip ya girl a little drug and now she sleepin' with me And when she finally came around the b**h called the police I'm a Generation-X reject from '85 With a pack of 'Ports, a fresh-a** mullet and 9 lives I'm disguised and disgustin, don't get yo sh** busted And that one b**h that I trusted, I bucked her with my musket Am I really hard to find? Well here I am Count ya like the spirits and ouijis from other lands [Hook: Blaze & Monoxide]