[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]  E town with it, turn to the back  With that east side repping ready for the attack  Checking all the tires, all white and black  With the black Twiztid embroidered on the back  Guess who's back, yep, it's the tray side  And we put it down for life and ready to ride  Madrox and Monoxide, you ain't heard  Got people who were all anticipating our return  With everywhere you look, it ain't looking good not at all  And everybody looking is waiting for you to fall  Now we design and dominate that's just mans natural instinct  And put it on the line like reputations and pink slips  We got the music, let it do what it do  And this stress carrying the world, we gonna carry that too  We gonna bury them fools and the rest in a cloak  At night we gonna strike like black parasites    [Chorus: x2]  Now don't y'all, not for one second  Think I won't just BUST YO' HEAD OPEN  Give me a reason to leave you breathing  That's a point blank message to all the non-believers      [Verse 2: Monoxide Child]  O six Caddy, brand new daddy  Twenty eight grams in twenty little baggies  Got a little something in the back of my jacket  Cause I'm always getting threats they wanting to kidnap me  Flames still burning and the hatred's back  I got the chainsaw revving and bloodstains to match  I got you nervous like a reverend who got caught in the act  And you react like you did when he got whacked with the ax  Underestimated and medicated  I'm only handed this psycho game from the people who never made it  I'll be dead if I bow out now Jack  I represent a portion of people who on the real they won't allow that  They got us tatted on their neck, breast, chest and head  And undress the dead, enough said  We got a mark on your planet earth  You got a rack full of bootlegged shirts, the truth hurts    [Chorus x2]    [Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]  You've awoke the sleeping giant, all this psycho lying  Your sawed off blasts leave all your mama's crying  At the wake, ready to bake everybody in the front row  My aim is to put your relatives in a hole  Laying next to you stretched out in one big plot  The blood clots all over your head like polka dots  No gun shots I did it all with my Louisville slugger  Another notch added every time I beat a mother fucker  Stomp a mother fucker, drag they bodies in their back yards  Chop heads and hands off of the corpse  The identity, I ain't trying to see no time  It's on, I scatter ashes where the sun don't shine  And I do dirt with only close people of mine  Cause they real while you phony snitches out there dropping dimes  So give me one reason to get me to squeezing on another  And I'm a haul out and start cracking mother fuckers    [Chorus]