Lletres: Twiztid. Mirror Mirror. Whatz That!?!.

Microphone check, 1, check 2 now what dat feel like? like trash. They say were just a couple in the way, ass, talkin way too fast, and all our shit it sound [Madrox:] You cant see us, replicate us and try to be us,envonius swab meet, twoo stripe adidas, now what hell naw im jsut tellin teh deal, and since i hate you rhymes is wack yo shit dont bump, you say im hatin, choo holdin down, dog yo whole style is sunk, yo then i dont give a fuck how you feel, we keep ya dead jumpin, put yo hands up in the air, you can diss the un-real, 'cause the un-real dont really care,we dont give a fuck, load bodies off in the trunk,everyday is prolly the 13th wit bad luck, somehow we made it through, dont know how, somehow we do, without relyin on radios or interviews, where my killas at? Middle everyday so be prepared. fingers in the air, and we spreadin the numbers [Chorus:] nobody to know, (nobody) What thats? thats what its like, and I dont want What's that? thats what its like and I dont want nobody [Monoxide:] to know (nobody) [4x] I cut ya eye ball out wit an exact-o blade, you still couldnt see my freek show my state, levitate up in the middle of the room and have everybody shakin in they kung-fu shoes, i got, madrox wit me packin a bowl, I got, 17 keepin one in the hole, I got a , stash spot that I keep on the low, in case I gotta put in work on a bitch ass Jugghoe, people sending me the death threats, but i got somethin for you fake ass bitches better believe that, my axe swinging I got ya blood on my face, witcha body still floppin cut in shit it aint nouttin to lose but my shell and you can have dat, never void, muhfucka never die, wit tha axe half at the waist, its like, deeper than a mad man, [Chorus] and the pistol representin the East Side we got the dialect, to dialate yo intellect, we teach [Madrox:] of love and hate without no textbook or no internet, we stomp on waves(waves) play in the graves (graves) adn the take the minds of poserless and knee it at your face, Man define minda frames, everyone is king, and the pressures of the world are crumbled by teh words we sing, I ain't content Im pissed and sick off all this bullshit we all up in yo face, run up on this Geractric WE aint the trance or the millenium, I cann tell ya [Monoxide:] dat, you can keep that freestyle rap and back back, we are the drama seekers, lookin for non -believers, we walk and water and clouds, and slit the dream weavers, I hope ya glad to meet us, now get a blaze up, you jsut a hounddog, stalk bitch, so raise up, you outta mind outta body, outta spirt, outta rhyme, sneak up on you in teh dark from behind [Chorus] [Thanks to skitz_sk8er@hotmail.com for these lyrics]