(Violent J)   You guys ready?   Alright, I’m first with the freestyle up in the free studio   Lotus Pod, Uhh   I split your whole fucking 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 ass like a thong   I brings it on     (Esham)   Bitch, 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 Killa)   Listen up, pay attention while this shits still in my head   Psychopathic mothafucker   Representing black and red   Pointing fingers at my enemies   Native nuts get these   Mark ass bustas acting hard, bitch 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 killers 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 bitch 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 out   But here, I’m in a hurry   So just pack a bowl for now   It’s still a hatchet bitch   Ain't nothing change   But my bracket bitch n  If you just can’t deal with that   (Come and see the red and black)     (Jumpsteady)   As the ??? drown   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 light 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   Rapping 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 bitches quick as Shaggy 2 Dope   Up on the block     (Shaggy 2 Dope)   My name is Joey Utsler   It ain’t no Joseph fucking Utsler   Fuck off   Before they find your head in a dumpster   I'm cruising down 7 Mile dirty as fuck   I got some fucking 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 fuck off   And I’m coming to dinner   You’ve got a hot bitch in the D   I probably had my dick up in her     (Jamie Madrox)   Wooo, free is like my favorite word   Right next to food   Freaks and flowing on the microphone   Bitch, 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   Killer rolling the light green   Light the blunt up   So we can lace the cut up   And dub my shit to cassette   Even if I fuck up   It’s just the free studio     (Syn)   (You’ve got some pussy)   I got some dick for that   (Ride with us bitch)   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 fuck you     (Rude Boy)   That’s right it’s a fucking free studio   It’s the Lotus Pod   The motherfucking 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!