(Monoxide)
I want everybody listenin now to say this,
Twiztid is the muthafuckin shit.
and everybody else that feels that I'm a little outta line,
come see me when you hittin' rewind and you will find
that I'm an ex-con, serial killa,
axe-wieldin' for realla, big gorilla,
as I walk in the shadow of death
I bitch slapped his ass and then light a cigarette,
I told you all I was addicted to do drugs an weird sex
and puttin holes in the back of ya neck, carnival reject,
respect, like you do the Don Dadda
when you see me, give ya boy a holla,
Got the world in a shock collar
like a rottweiler on the loose
running trains on ya girl's caboose.
Don't believe in the truce,
We gonna fight until somebody here dies
I been here since 1865 ain't no lies.
(Chorus)(x2)
This is the story of our lives,
Come and take a look in my eyes,
Keep it real and tell me no lies,
We've been waiting for you (here we go).
(Madrox)
We came through the door kicking that bitch off the hinge,
We was knockin' but wouldn't nobody let us in.
It's the incredible, edible, white chocolate rappers,
We came on the scene bustin the cabbage-patch backwards.
D-I-T-Z-I-W-T,
We was born connected at the hip like siamese...
twins, we comin' out with the underground sound
and 1 finger on each hand and you can count them.
(Monoxide)
Fuck everybody here mad it's not about them
and tucked inside of my bag, is a problem.
Underground, feel the ground shake,
feel it vibrate, watch ya girl gyrate.
we can rule the whole world if we choose
but instead we kick the wickedest blues
and I refuse to lose the demographic
of the people who choose to put the hearts inside of the black magik
(and here we go!)
(Chorus)(x2)
(Madrox)
We write voodoo sayings on the fronts of T-shirts
So that when people read 'em, they will become creatures,
Still comin' with the Ultra-man flow
that'll linger in your brain and constantly echo,
We ain't in it to be rich, we're in it to reach folks,
and change lives and put you up on shit you ain't know,
That's about it,
You're in the midst of some maniacs
that will unload a microphone in your dome as if its a gat.
So conceal the unreal and if the fruit is mass appeal,
where the worms eating their way from under the apple peel
with all juice,and no pulp fiction
no $1.99 a minute for our prediction,
We smash mics like with the rhymes we recite
Keep this muthafucka hype from now til sun light,
Now do you really need a shovel to dig it
and wit the flip of a coin we can be righteous or wicked.
(Chorus)(x2)
This is the story of our lives,
Come and take a look in my eyes,
Keep it real and tell me no lies,
We've been waiting for you (here we go).
We've Been Waiting For you
We've Been Waiting For you
We've Been Waiting For you
We've Been Waiting For you
