All day, each and every which way.    We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!   All day, each and every which way.    We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!      Otis:   I'm hiding out in the dark in all of them cemetary places   And I put tattoo teardrops on all the dead bodie's faces   Cause it is they who cry for us and if I may bust   And seperate all the hate from those who are down with us and when I say "Rush!"    It's like a thousand knives and hatchets to your head   It's the Ginsu-nami makin' these black streets red (what I said?)   The dead meets and plot so be afraid   We're makin' zombies with bodies and then unleash what we made, it's all day!       Monoxide:   All of my lifetime, waitin' and gradually seperatin' all of the rational thinkin' from out of my mind   Rewind and everybody comes to find out that that's why people like you die or either hide out   I got you glowin' and I'm squeezin' like Darth Vader   And I'm hopin' now that I can introduce you to your maker.   All it takes is a little bit of my hate to get it goin' from zero to fuckin' totally insane   And I'm knowin' that -       Chorus x 2:   All day, each and every which way.    We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!   Who want it? WHAT?   Step and you get FUCKED UP   Whoever want it with US   LIKE WHAT   Want it with US    LIKE WHAT         Bonez Dubb:   Lazy eyes that be lookin' in all directions   My crazy mind that you can't get with no connections   Protection is brought to me from the dead   It's an army of the anti-life, so what's ahead    Is a muthafuckin' beat down, we stick around   All the wack can hate   And change pace after we murderin' all the snakes and fakes   Keepin' it wicked, but don't know if it's enough   I'm takin' a picture of the sickest form of love, it's fucked up!       Madrox:   I'm all day, 24/7 like 7/11 spittin' venom on a mission to get to heaven   We hellish and people relish the transition of a scrub   To a kamakaze who got little to no love (What?)   What you got? Nothin', I'm bein' positive    I ain't even trippin', my whole lifestyle is monsterous   As a hatchet with a broken handle and a course blade   Your wig belongs to us, consider your debt paid. ALL DAY!      Chorus x 4:   All day, each and every which way.    We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!   Who want it? WHAT?   Step and you get FUCKED UP   Whoever want it with US   LIKE WHAT   Want it with US    LIKE WHAT