Artist: Twiztid f/ Dark Lotus Album: Cryptic Collection 3 Song: Shock & Awe Typed by: timmy.bogenburt@gmail.com [Anybody Killa] Don't read it, time to shut 'em down, turn another page Put 'em in the Blender magazine crusade Kill 'em all, burn 'em all, take 'em to the streets Another publicist dead, page one fifty-three Only credit was a cover, tag next months issue Read all about fallen bears dissin' you Here's a story for that ass, Lotus ready to brawl Bringin' you blood, shock and awe, bring it on [Violent J] You can't make or break me, fuck MTV I'm a underground killer huntin' VIP And murderous me following Tom home With a twelve inch shank about to bloody the chrome I cut his throat so deep, nearly cut off his head Thirteen wounds found in the chest of his kids And his wife, I still got his wife She be suckin' our dicks at the Pod as we write Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall And then back into the underworld we crawl so fuck y'all bitches Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall And then back into the underworld we crawl so fuck y'all bitches [Shaggy 2 Dope] I pull up strappin' bombs at your tailgate parties Rush your gate with at least 45 of my homies Dissin' out pile rings, knockin' out sound man Jump in your mosh pit with my Hatchet in hand OzzFest, Blood Fest, snow corner, more Showin' all these faggots all about hardcore Tiein' hands with mic cords and burnin' down your stage All this shit in all Juggalo's names [Monoxide] As soon as I walk in the door I set it off I slap Fred Durst and the guy who plays Ross So temptin' to rush the stage And choke the shit outta Chris Cornell for ruinin' Rage Lights go out, mind doin' again And when they come back on I got my dick in Lil' Kim I pulled off the rubber and bitch slapped Danny Glover Now I swing on Ashton Kutcher and I bet I get the cover Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall And then back into the underworld we crawl so fuck y'all bitches Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall And then back into the underworld we crawl so fuck y'all bitches [Jamie Madrox] Fuck the radio and all the songs they play Their playlists are wack and their DJ's are gay I ain't payin' you shit to play my song Five g's for rotatino, you know that's wrong Got to come with more money just to add my shit Gotta pay an A & R to straight suck your dick Take you to lunch get you all drunk and shit I'm like fuck nah, fuck you and the mainstream, bitch [Blaze Ya Dead Homie] I bomb on all you block parties, what's that Fuckin' radio friendly love songs, that shit is wack All you candy coated rappers and red cap wearers I got seven slugs and eleven pallbearers The only block I know is a block for my gat When I cock the hammer and pull the trigger back Erasing all the top ten spots, cut out ya hearts And mak you number one on the dead chart bitch Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall And then back into the underworld we crawl so fuck y'all bitches Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall And then back into the underworld we crawl so fuck y'all bitches