ICP and Twiztid
Wrecking shit for the fam mothafackos
I'm like f**k this shit b***h I ain't playing
I give a f**k what you and that DJ saying
Your inners right now no more delaying
And like a dog I got em all obeying
Obliterate the competition like I was son of Satan
But really I'm just man on a mission impatiently waiting
I've got weight of a generation to generate in my head
And every song that I be making since 98
And you're telling me right now
That it might be too late
I said back down if it's coming to faith
Were to let down if it blows up in my face
But that's the kind of a person I ain't
I relate to the X files more than the American Idol
I'm a death star looking to jump start your vitals
And nothing's far
I'm a keep my name on the title
Even most if not all of my rivals are feeling suicide
Bring em hell knock em dead
Bring em back gimmie more
Turn it down turn it up loud enough
Gimmie more Gimmie more
Gimmie more Gimmie more
Gimmie more Gimmie more
Gimmie more
More than I've been looking for
Plastic pretend empty hollow
And you expect me to follow Hell no
Gimmie more
Gimmie more
Gimmie more
Gimmie more
Gimmie more
Gimmie more
Psychopathic Style
Gimmie more than you ever had before
I'm at your concert bored asleep on the floor
It's like pizza every night
It was ok the first bite
Then like an old hooker's neden it's untight
Serve it up with hot soup in a candy painted cup
With a fresh group on a fruity loop it's still poop
You never outdo a veteran our medicine is better than
Anything I letterman again I need excerderin
My head hurt is that your best work
Where your hearts allow
That's on the chart
I rather hear a elephant fart
Wicked sciencist hatchet cape flying fist
Why you even trying this
b***h stick to frying fish
Great lake earthquake kick your rump shaker
Take em through the road block boom breaker breaker
Any more of that
Stomp you flat
Like a door mat ignore that crap in fact
Have that gore shit back
Bring em hell knock em dead
Bring em back gimmie more
Turn it down turn it up loud enough
Gimmie more Gimmie more
Gimmie more Gimmie more
Gimmie more Gimmie more
Gimmie more
More than I've been looking for
Plastic pretend empty hollow
And you expect me to follow Hell no
Gimmie more Gimmie more
Gimmie more Gimmie more
Gimmie more Gimmie more
You gotta keep strong with the resistance
Protect the regime from the narcissistic
Self centered sadistic also hypocritic
When we spit shit brains turn on like a light switch
Amongst the flying fish
With the immortal rap and craft technique
Make these wack cheesy motherf**kers scared to speak
Spit sugar you're diabetically too sweet
They just some booge and ironically they've picked me
Last name f**k
First name I don't give a
A drunk degenerate like syrosis of the liver
With the pinnacle third eye pyramid supreme
Stayed on the top of the food chain
While bitches are bottom feed
Serious like the star of the east
With the power to outshine any newcommers and wildebeasts
Brother of Paul and my first name Jamie
And I'll shoot you in the face like d**k Cheney
You motherf**kers
Bring em hell knock em dead
Bring em back gimmie more
Turn it down turn it up loud enough
Gimmie more Gimmie more
Gimmie more Gimmie more
Gimmie more Gimmie more
Gimmie more
More than I've been looking for
Plastic pretend empty hollow
And you expect me to follow Hell no
Gimmie more Gimmie more
Gimmie more Gimmie more
Gimmie more Gimmie more
Psychopathic Style
