Альбом Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Brothers and sisters, we are gathered here today to celebrate in the loss of the
evil and sinful person known as Blaze. Just like his soul shall be blazing in the
pits of hell, his name is most adequate. Ladies and gentlemen, we are not here to
be sorrowful at this point, for his death is nothing but a blessing brought from
God himself so that we may rejoice and know that there is rightousness. That there
are angels of vengence that will strike down upon the evil and wicked of the
world. Look at his body...look at him. So eeevil!! They say that he was rich with
cash and he was a rapper. What is a rapper? He is no more than Satan's tool, so
that he can speak the voice of the devil himself, spitting his raaaap flows, so
that people can be seduced with his wicked rhymes. Well I say this: you shall be
seduced by demons in hell brother. You are on a one way ticket straight to where
no one holy will ever set foot. You shall bake in the very pits of hell....

A motherfucker recognize a thug mashin' hard
Straight out the plot of my cemetery yard
Buried so long, nobody gave a shit
Blood and tears, embedded in my casket
Been surrounded, old folks everywhere
Smell of dry piss covered the air
When I heard the voices say arise from the grave
I quickly dug myself out and went to find the 12-gauge
Shotgun, double barrelled sawed off pump
Safety runs thru the target if you test me
Psycho thug, mashin' outta control
Spent too many fuckin' years deep in a hole
But still I'm a killa, feindin' for the streets
Slangin' rocks on a 9 to 5 beat
All that change, now got maggots on my face
I'm back from the dead to give yo ass a taste

The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!
Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!
The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket!



Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala!
The grave ain't no place, I should be out mashin!
Never goin' back to my muthafuckin' casket!

The grave ain't no place to be
Too much like the penetentary
Locked away in concrete
I'm buried 6 feet
Guess so, so when you roam
You can find your way home
Cuffs tight around the wrist cause I was bustin' my chrome
Dark visions in the smog when I walk with the dead
Bad dreams in the night keep you shakin' in bed
Is it all in your head cause you're locked in a cage?
And clear your mind and get shanked and live the cemetery way

I'm sittin' in the cemetery
I got a plan to kill a pig so I placed a phony call about a
bitch I buried
Fuck a cell, fuck this call, fuck this shit
PEACE OUT BITCH!!!

In the casket
HELL YEAH!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket

Do you wanna know about the box
A casket with padlocks
Broken off the hinge, bitch, eat a cock
Buried in the earth then forgotten about
Feelin' good like a mothaf**ka first day out
Took air in my lungs, been awhile since I did so
Smoked me a blunt, f**ked a hood rat ho
Kill a couple niggas, smack a couple bitches
Runnin' mothaf**kas for the rips and they riches
Ain't shit changed but the month and year
Broke mothaf**kas scrounging for squares and beers
Pigs scatter on the street when the dead man arise
Real muthaf**kin' killas never gon' die

In the casket
HELL YEAH!


In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket
In the casket
HELL YEAH!!
In the casket

Sleepin' in the casket, awoke by a strange sound
Break the hinge and rise up from the cold ground
I could be deamin', what the f**k is with my head
6 feet deep and I'm surrounded by the dead
I hear a noise, someone's cryin' my name
How should I react, am I just goin' insane?
All my thug niggas hold it down on the streets
And watch these muthaf**kas on they grave robbin' spree
Froze in my box, hearin' people chatter up above
They sayin' can ya 'kick the do' up?' I'm still stuck
I'm dead as shit, I know where I'm at now
Chillin' with the dead, one with the underground

So why these niggas out f**kin' with my grave?
I got a maggot face and my skin's decayed
Break thru t

(Violent J)
Killas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch
Killas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this biiiitch, blaze

(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
G's up, ridin' from the cradle to the casket
And beyond, recognize thug shit
Poundin' out the trunk bitch
Runnin' wit' a mother f**kin' hatchet
you haters, you suck dick was a thug, became a G
B to the L to the A, Z, E, still dead
Still don't give a f**k (give a f**k)
Sportin' all black kahkis with the mother f**kin' cuffs up
Smokin' Hella trees, tryin' to make a couple G's
So a thug can get back on his feet
Mean muggin', steady thuggin'
And I'm tryin' to find the hoodrat's all about f**kin'
Still loked out
All my dawgs from the past, dead or smoked out
Still tryin' to come up on a lick for a phat ass ride
So I can drop the top, and parlay through the east side


Chorus(Monoxide Child)
Niggas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch! x 4

(Blaze)
Bitches freeze, you aint a thug or a G or a banga'
You's a studio gangsta
You aint about shit, scared to pull the trigga'
That's what we call, a real bitch nigga' (bitch nigga')
Sneekin' through the hood, throwin' up a set
Hangin' out the window, yellin' idol threats
Check this out, I'm a check your chin
Close your mouth, 'fore I put the barrel in
Dumpin' clips in yo ass is what I'm all about
Straight G from the clique on a paper route
Still slappin' off fake bitches with the Louiville
Beat a nigga' to the pavement, another bitch killed

Chorus(Monoxide Child)

(Jamie Madrox)
This is the battle for the planet (booya)
We bring the thunder, getting half the advantage
From the style and the status
Half of y'all coming off a half-ass deal
Then got the nerve to tell a muthaphukka "keep it real"
We seen through y'all fools like a cellphane on the square pack
You buy that shit, you can keep it we don't want it back
We don't give a fuck, east side for life
And if you don't have heart, don't expect to have your shit tight
There ain't no room for the whole-hearted
We give a fuck where you at, who you with or how you got started
Fuck you and everybody in your clique
If you don't run with the hatchet or claim the psychopathic
I ain't got time to say no names
It's only eight rhymes, yo holla
We been in the game
Cuz I fuck even speaking your name
You're just a bitch in the game
And y'all niggaz gonna always be the same

[Yo Blaze you nasty]
[You know you nasty]
[Man you so nasty]
[You know you nasty]
[Yo Blaze you nasty]

Scabs and bubble gum peanut butter on a toe nail,
Flicking boogers in your ginger ale,
Itch my thang, Bust in your face,
Didn't wipe my butt so now it's kinda itchy,
Drink douche bags like wine coolers,
And throw gang signs for all the old schoolers,
I stuck an AK in a hood rat booty,
Cause I found out she was a groupie,
If I blow ass, You gonna know fast,
Alla yall gonna need a f**kin gas mask,
I'm the yellow shit underneath your armpit,
And when i toss back thats vile cuz I spit,
I'm like clay, wet, smelly, and gray,
I wear the same clothes for ever and a day,
Now you can hate me and try to say I'm trashy,
And if you go and ask somebody they'll tell you that I'm nasty.

[You nasty Blaze you nasty]
That I'm Nasty
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[You nasty, You nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[You nasty, You nasty]

I use anybody killa rubber after him,
I ain't paying shit, and condoms costin,
More money and not enough feel,
Word to your neden, Im just tellin the deal,
I suck the puss out my own pimples,
And spit it on your ass and fill up the dimples,
I'm the lint in your belly button,
Fuzzy like mold, Ain't that something,
I like to f**k chickens, then Q 'em,
Barbecue sauce on my balls just for screwing 'em,
I go swimming, in a porta potty,
And have shit and piss on my face and body,


I like to party, with my pants off,
When my dick gets hard, smack it, it'll go soft,
I suck blood, outa tampon,
I'm nasty as the mother f**king ground that I stand on,

(Only if you standing in a pile of shit!)

[You nasty Blaze you nasty]
Motha f**ka
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[You nasty, You nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[You nasty, You nasty]

I stay funky like a dew chip, I'll wipe,
Snot on your best friends little sisters pussy lip,
I got mice slippin in the holes in my back, tryed to
evict them they say f**k that,
Dirt under fingernails, wounds won't heal,
Grip on my double burger value meal,
Dick sucks from hookers, with no teeth,
Still got tits, and loopy ass chicks,
I'm the melted ice cream covered in ants,
Got dry blood and guts on my favorite black pants,
This one freaky bitch, tried to piss on me,
So I shit on her, so thats she can see,
That killaz don't swing like that,
So opened her neden real wide, and i stuffed in a rat,
why you think all the hood rats ask me,
Blaze why the f**k you so damn nasty,

[You nasty Blaze you nasty]
That I'm Nasty
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[You nasty, You nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[You nasty, You nasty]

Bitch, you can straight up eat a mothaf**kin' dick! I'm lookin' at the

mothaf**kin' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that

mothaf**kin' dead homie, BLAZE!! See, we represent a mothaf**kin' hatchet on

the daily. WORLD WIDE BABY!! But for this moment in time, we wanna give up
props to D-Town (DETROIT!!!)

Straight outta Detroit, crazy mothaf**ka named Blaze

Back from the dead, tell my story on the front page

When I'm jackin'

I got a Mack-10

Squeeze the trigger off for criminals and axes

Which wanna y'alls wanna f**k with me?

The police are gonna have to come and get me
We stompin' yo ass, bitch I ain't goin' out

All you suckas, ain't nobody showin' out

Niggas wanna set trip

Try and talk shit
Cold cock yo' ass and leave you with yo' wigsplit

Goin' off on any bitch like that

With a gat

That's pointed at yo' dome!

So give it up sucka

I'm down with Anybody, "Drive-By, muthaf**ka!!"

He's a murderer, best keep yo' distance

Down with the Family, like Charles Manson

Crook throwaway is a mothaf**kin' tool

Don't make me act a mothaf**kin' fool

Me and you can go, toe to toe, maybe
On the corner, strapped, slangin' rocks daily

And turned weekly, monthly, and yearly

All the thugs in the hood represent me

'cause I'm down with a capital D-E-T

Bitch, you can't f**k with me!
When I'm in yo' neighborhood, you better duck

Ya Dead Homie, still crazy as f**k

Mashin' on you bitches, I think you get the point
Eastside, mothaf**ka, comin' straight outta Detroit

"Yo, Anybody, tell em' where you from!"
Straight outta Detroit, the name is Anybody Killa

Every bitch I choke, yo, my rep gets bigga

I'm a thug muthaf**ka, and you know this
But you playa hatin' bitches better never ever show this

I don't give a f**k, I make my cheese
Middle finger in the air screamin' "F**k the police!"

Straight servin', we call a cop car, jack it

Run your donuts, your guns, and your badges

Shoot a muthaf**ka in a minute

For some hood rat pussy and go up in it

So if you at a show

In the front row
I'ma call you a bitch if yo' ass ain't a juggalo

Bitches gettin' mad, bitches ain't shit



Bitches and hoes can eat a muthaf**kin' dick

I'm a crazy muthaf**ka from the streets

With them thug ass lyrics and them thug ass beats
Anybody controls the automatic

So any punk muthaf**ka that start static

With my dead homie, or by myself

Everytime, I pull the AK off the shelf

Security is maximum and that's a law

K-I-double-L-A, I'm raw

Bitch, I'm a muthaf**kin' villan

Stand in my way and you're witnessin' the killin'

Creepin' up without a clue

And once you in the scope, yo' ass is through

So bitch, you better get a grip

'cause Anybody Killa's on a gangsta tip

Straight outta Detroit!

"J is his name and the boy's comin'..."

Straight outta Detroit!

Is it nut that I'm cut

Like whut?

And make your sister eat butt

Dangerous

A thug claimin' Southwest

I'll leave an axe hangin' outta yo' chest

See I don't give a f**k, that's the problem

I see a muthaf**kin' cop, I'ma stop him

Play it smart and ask for directions

And then shank him in the f**kin' midsection

To me, it's kinda funny, this Prozac

I don't know where the f**k I'm goin' or where the f**k I'm at

I'm just rollin', lookin' for some ecstasy
So I can get high and f**k this bitch next to me

Ruthless...is the label that's floppin'

But the hatchetman be choppin'

'cause it really don't matter bout me

It's all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Feel a little gust of wind and you're dead

'cause an axe just severed yo' head

And what about the bitch that got shot?
She gave me herpes so I shot her in the back
This be an autobiography

Of Blaze, he's dead and gone, but ain't lonely

Dark Lotus will slaughter your mother

And slap your brother
Straight outta Detroit!

"Oh my God!"

"Oh my...Oh my God!"

"Oh my...Oh my God!"

"Oh my God!"

Here come the maggot, feedin' on my flesh! x8

Darkness, (black!) buried underground
3 slugs in my chest, never been found
I'm decomposin', my lungs collapse
My flesh is food for the maggots on my back!
Got my gat! They all said my bodies paralized
I can feel them crawling on my eyes!
And lookin' for the open wounds, the smell of death
Now they on the march, on my face to eat my flesh
Startin' on my chest where the first bullet enter
A hundred maggots in and start diggin' in the center!
Tearin' up my insides, til' they reached my rib
then one of them hollered, 'Back to the grill!'
They all followed one by one on my chest
And headed on back to my face to rest
The trip to my head was like a race
They all made it though, and that's why I got a maggot face!

Chorus
Yea I got a maggot face and I don't care
Yea I got a maggot face and I, don't, care! x4


I got maggots on my face, 3 quarters of my body
They runnin' through my veins like a, IVY!
Feedin' off the blood and flesh to take control
Of a lifeless corpse, dead man without a soul

Tryin' to maintain while they crawl through my bloodstream
I can feel'em movin' from my neck to my brain
To my eyelids, to the back of my spine
From my feet on up to my mother f**kin' mind!
They want to take control of my body and reak havoc
On them suckas out there tryin to rob my f**kin' casket
Or my goods like a 40 of formaldehyde
A 9 millimeter, good for pullin' drive-bys!
My 2 rags and a sawed of shotgun!
Any sucka get wit'in 2 feet, I pop'em!
And I peel your wig, before you bit the case
I wanna tell you bitches straight from the maggot face

Chorus

He

(Jamie Madrox- chorus)
Here I am (I'm right here dog)
Well here I am (I'm right here nigga)
(can you see me?)
Here I am (I'm right here bitch)
(can you see me?)
(can you see me?)
Well here I am (and I'm runnin' with a hatchet)

(Jamie Madrox)
Here I am, a lunatic from head to toe
I sleep in cabinets with the dead but don't let nobody know
Cursin' us, hopin' that we dissapear
That I'm not your ordinary average every day type person
That we never gon' stop, and we never gon' fade
We keep it live while y'all niggas be rehearsin'
But we been in the game for so many many years
Vampire, serial killa, with an axe,
I'm a maniac, scarin' niggas straight into a heart attack
Life is like a relapse, can you see that?
Twiztid in this bitch with the Juggalo serenade
My name is Jamie Madrox, represented by the bat
Dark Knight, dark skies, milk white eyes
People of the sunlight better be advised
There's a new breed of killa on the streets today
Here I am, I'm a maniac, what you say?

(Blaze Ya Dead Homie- chorus)
Here I am (I'm right here dog)
(can you see me?)
Yo here I am (I'm right here nigga)
(can you see me?)
Here I am (I'm right here bitch)
Yo here I am (and I'm runnin' with a hatchet)

(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
Where my dead thugs? Who jack fools and slang drugs
Who ain't afraid to ride through the hood with a piece on they lap
And call each other ???
I'm just a killa bitch, you don't want a nigga autograph
Ice-cold like a 40 oz
only thugs and killas be the ones down to ride with me
Where my killas at? Shootin' up right back
And all you bitch muthaf**kas you can get the nutsack
Things change in the hood fast, can't think slow
Stay away from the busta-ass bitches and hoes


And for the 50, give me the slugs and the rifle
I turn the pig into a sloppy joe
No bitch in blue gonna tell me shit
I hope ya badge can protect ya from the shotgun, nig
From the cradle to the grave and the end of time

(Monoxide Child- chorus)
I hold it down, ask me where I'm at, nigga you know the time
Here I am (I'm right here dog)
(can you see me?)
Here I am (I'm right here nigga)
(can you see me?)
(can you see me?)
Here I am (I'm right here bitch)
Here I am (and I'm runnin' with a hatchet)

(Monoxide Child)
I rock the wicked wit' my nigga big Blaze and Madrox
You can try to shake my gates and can't fade my padlocks
Here to slide at all you fake-ass Biggies and 2Pacs
You see me represent my hood and my homies for mad blocks
2 blocks, it ain't enough you better hit the streets hard
And pray that I don't catch you and find you a graveyard
I spent my money on a casket and some fat-ass buds
I'm a psycho thug, f**k ya iced-out mug
I slip ya girl a little drug and now she sleepin' with me
And when she finally came around the bitch called the police
I'm a Generation-X reject from '85
With a pack of 'Ports, a fresh-ass mullet and 9 lives
I'm disguised and disgustin, don't get yo shit busted
And that one bitch that I trusted, I bucked her with my musket
Am I really hard to find? Well here I am
Count ya like the spirits and ouijis from other lands

(Blaze and Monoxide)
Here I am (I'm right here dog)
(can you see me?)
Here I am (I'm right here dog)
(can you see me?)
Here I am (I'm right here dog)
Here I am (and I'm runnin' with a hatchet)
(can you see me?)

(Verse 1 - Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
The sun goes down, and I crept out the cemetery
Lookin' for hood rat hoes, like this bitch Mary
Known to f**k, known to suck
Every nigga that I know done been in the guts
But when it came to me, she wanted to front
Said my gear was dirty and smelled of dead funk
She probably woulda kept talkin', if I let her
But I slapped her in the mouth and put my dick in for pleasure
Then she started actin' erotic, and got excited
Story done changed and in the pussy I'm invited
She wanted me to tag the pussy, wax the pussy
Go down south, hold up bitch, get the f**k out!
(You ain't famous, bitch!) And if so, I don't give a f**k
I stay real with dirty hoes and love to get my dick a suck
Don't get it flipped ho, you's a hood rat
Only good for f**kin' and suckin' cause it's like that

(Hook)
Bitch, you's a hood rat (I'M JUST TRYIN' TO F**K!)
Do it like a rat (FACE DOWN, ASS UP!)
Chicken head, dirty ass, no good trick
Hood rat bitch, you can (SUCK THIS DICK!)

(Verse 2 - Anybody Killa)
Old school rhymes bring back teenage memories
Like when I was datin' Betty and f**kin' Denise
Or drinkin' Sisco in the park with some hoes after dark
Play hide and go get it like a sport
But things change, f**k Sisco, f**k the park
We want more from the bitches wit a brand new car
Semen swallowers, orgasm hollowers
Hit it from the back chronic sack, smokin' girls with mad dollars

(Verse 3 - Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
Now it's a whole new day, different story
Ran into a bitch named Tracy and her cousin Tori


They was walkin' and they needed a ride
Pulled up to the curb and they both got inside
Cracked open the 4-0, then I took a sip
Now which one of y'all bitches suckin' my dick?
Then they knew the time, cause they down for the benefit
Hood rat hoes, pussy always warm and wet

(Hook)
Bitch, you's a hood rat (I'M JUST TRYIN' TO F**K!)
Do it like a rat (FACE DOWN, ASS UP!)
Chicken head, dirty ass, no good trick
Hood rat bitch, you can (SUCK THIS DICK!)

(Verse 4 - Anybody Killa)
Every day in the neighborhood, it's a hood rat fest
Joggin' pants and house shoes with they hair a mess
Hoochie mamas causin' drama like a 9 to 5
(Happy baby day) Bitch, that kid ain't mine!
I was strollin' to the liquor sto', one day
Smokin' on a big f**kin', fat J
Seen a chicken head comin', my way
It was a toss up, had this killa straight up amazed
It was a good day, never had to take the 9 off safety
Every feind that I seen was glad to pay me
5-0 ridin' by wavin' high
Without the bright lights from the ghetto bird in the sky
Today's the first time I ever seen the hood could look fine
Get this, weedman sellin' twenties for dimes
Oooh! perfect future in my dead crazy past
Dirty gangsta money gets you dirty gangsta ass!

(Hook) -x2
Bitch, you's a hood rat (I'M JUST TRYIN' TO F**K!)
Do it like a rat (FACE DOWN, ASS UP!)
Chicken head, dirty ass, no good trick
Hood rat bitch, you can (SUCK THIS DICK!)

You's a bitch
Trick ass, snitch mothafuca
Type bitch, sleepin' with the enemy, sucka
Don't let me catch ya slippin' in the darkness
We ain't friends, a nigga ain't forgot shit
You still a bitch, f**k your homeboys too
Got a slug for every muthaf**ka in yo' crew
Bitch you ain't hard, yo crew ain't shit
Take my dick out yo' mouth when you speakin' the shit
When the shotgun blasts, muthaf**kin' hauled off
Ain't no escapin' the muthaf**kin' sawed off
12 gauge bullet spray
And the ambulance come to take your body away
You still a bitch, ridin' to the hospital
Keep lookin' for the doctor to wire your jaw

You'll be a bitch muthaf**ka till the day you die
And I put that on the hatchet, my homies, and Drive-By


I put that on the hatchet!
I ride for my homies!
I put that on the hatchet!
I die for my homies!
I put that on the hatchet!
From the cradle to the casket!
I put that on the hatchet!
Always reppin' Psychopathic!

Throw yo' hatchets up
Throw yo' hatchets up
Throw yo' hatchets up
Throw yo' hatchets up
Throw yo' hatchets up
Throw yo' hatchets up
Throw yo' hatchets up
Throw yo' hatchets up

Who wanna ride?!
Who wanna ride?!
Who wanna ride?!

It's a Saturday afternoon on the Eastside
Mashin' in the bucket, sippin' on formeldahyde
Pockets lookin' sore so you know I gotta go
Pull a 2-11 on the neighborhood sto'
Mash on the gas, then I hit the pavement
Jumped out the bucket, headed straight in
Told the f**kin' clerk, put the money on the table
I'm a lunatic and my mind is unstable
He stuttered like a bitch
Tryin' to stop the hit
Shakin' like a twig
So you know I dumped the clip!
16 shots left his body on the flo'
Break the register, took the money, and I broke
Out the f**kin' back do' straight to the bucket
Put the money in, start the ride, and I punch it
Been from the hood, straight shots in the daylight
A normal Saturday for Blaze on the Eastside

Every Saturday afternoon!


(Who wanna ride?!)
I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!
(Who wanna ride?!)
Every Saturday afternoon!
(Who wanna ride?!)
I go robbin' these bitches and hoes!

Headed on back the crib to count my dough
Got 200 dollars and I'm lookin' for mo'
'cause I'm greedy and I'm back on the streets
Rollin' thru the hood, to another store I creep
Now I'm on my feet 'cause the cops is on my tail
They wanna see me go to jail with no bail
But they can't 'cause I'm rockin' a hoodie
A .45 cal. in my waist, so don't push me
Same Saturday, still hittin' licks for cash
Walked into Carlins, demanded all his stash
The sucka talked shit, but filled the bag up
Guess he thought his homie in the back was gonna tag him
Blaze, and he came out from the back room
Runnin' at a dead homie, Blaze, with a broom

Given half the chance
To do it all again
From start to the finish
And change how it ends
Question: what would you do, huh?
What would you do?
If given half the chance
To change whatever you wanted to?

What if I never died?
What if I survived?
To see the age of 25
No more creepin' in the dark sleepin' under trees
Park bench with a blanket with some leaves
Please
People scream at the sight of a man that'll melt sunlight
Aight!
Now if I was given a chance to change it all
I would at least gave my homies a call
I miss y'all

If I could change anything, it would be the mirror
When I look into a mirror
I don't see me there
I can't fix my hair or check my clothes
I can't even see it if there's a booger hangin' out my nose
I'm a hologram, but check it, I'ma feed em' back
On my bathroom floor, stuck deep within a tile crack
What am I? Who am I? Where?


If I could change anything, I would be here

Given half the chance
To do it all again
From start to the finish
And change how it ends
Question: what would you do, huh?
What would you do?
If given half the chance
To change whatever you wanted to?
Given half the chance
To do it all again
From start to the finish
And change how it ends
Question: what would you do, huh?
What would you do?
If given half the chance
To change whatever you wanted to?

If I ever had the chance, I know I'd be a ghost
I'd be that monster in the dark and scare the shit outta folks
I'd be that bumpin' in the night zone
I'd be that reason every time you go to sleep you need some
mothaf**kin'
lights on
I'd be tha

(Intro)

You're about to hear the tale of an indestructable man

He's dead and he's pissed

He's roamin the streets at night lookin for ways to die

Should you encounter him, the undead, the dead ass zombie

do yourself a favor and get the f**k out

(Blaze)

B to the L to the A-Z-E

Bitch muhf**ka, you can't hurt me

If you break my legs, then I break your back

Relax and kick back in a bed of thumbtacks

Matter fact, you can slit my throat

Spill blood on my leather Psychopathic coat

I'ma laugh in ya face, you can't kill a dead man

You can try...., I'm serious, you can

Under my jersey, bullet holes bout the size of Milwaukee

You better step up off me

Pale faced with the maggots all around

I leave a couple few off in each and every town

My leg falls off every other day and shit

But I'ma try superglue, a hair apiece sticks



So who you lookin at and what'chu gonna do?

You can try to kill me, I'ma sho' gon kill you

(Chorus-Jamie Madrox)

You, you can't, you can't hurt me now! (Ain't shit you can do)

Ain't nothin stoppin me from killin you!

You, you can't, you can't hurt me now! (Ain't shit you can do)

Ain't nothin stoppin me from killin you!

(Blaze)

I ate a pack of firecrackers (Did it Mix)

When I piss, sparks shoot straight outta my dick

Get the picture before I stab you with the knife

But you can't take somethin that I don't have nothin of, right?

That's right, I'm more than a ghost



I still slang ki's on the corner by the light post

I can't walk the walk

But I stray scarin more ho ho's than santa claus

I been electrocuted, it ain't do shit

Except ????-aca

I was a G in life, I'm still a G in death
And if you think I'm not a thug, don't hold your breath
My name is Blaze, and I roll with Anybody Killa
"Drive-By on this bitch, you bitch nigga!"
All you scary bitches, shut up and go inside
All my thug muthafuckas, come on, we bout to ride
Real G's in my hood don't be fuckin' around
Ya gotta be a clique thick before the sun goes down
You could get yo' life took
Smart mouth, dirty looks
By the product of the streets, hood G's and crooks
With a double barrelled shotgun pressed to your eye
I'ma take what's mine and I'ma say it one more time
I'ma take what's mine and I'ma leave with nothing less
For the three fuckin' slugs that I took in the chest
No rest for the killas equipped with mean mugs
Who know what it's like to be a muthafuckin' thug?
Niggas and hoes
Bitches ain't shit
All you haters, eat this dick
Who know what it's like
To be a thug for life...
Be a thug for life.....
Be a thug for life..........
Niggas and hoes
Bitches ain't shit
All you haters, eat this dick
Who know what it's like
To be a thug for life...
Be a thug for life.....
Be a thug for life..........
Late night, gettin' high
Thinkin' in my mind, hopin' everything's gonna be alright
Situations drive me insane
Now who's to blame?
Need someone who's down for me and not the fame
Is there anyone that I can trust in this fucked up world?
Reminiscin' of the bitchin' that you gave me girl
I'm all alone
Just me and my microphone
With the urge to do a drive-by
Ever since the day homie came back alive
"Throw ya hands up in the sky"
If you can feel me
"Roll it up and let's get high!"
If you can hear me
Anybody Killa's comin' for real
And it's the raw deal
Keep ya hands low or watch ya cap get peeled
Where ya gonna be when the phantom's floating after ya
In the zone muthafucka!
People running
Dead men gunning
Ya better watch your back, the juggalo with the hatchet is coming
Niggas and hoes
Bitches ain't shit
All you haters, eat this dick
Who know what it's like
To be a thug for life...
Be a thug for life.....
Be a thug for life..........
Niggas and hoes
Bitches ain't shit
All you haters, eat this dick
Who know what it's like
To be a thug for life...
Be a thug for life.....
Be a thug for life..........
Who the hardest, runnin' in a gang of two?
Down a 40 of formeldahyde and wax ya whole crew
Cuz ain't nobody seein' me on any fuckin' street
True thug, keep it real with the heat
Hittin' licks on the low cuz I'm lowdown
Dirty dog from the casket and underground
But I never sleep!
And we still got beef
When suckas recognize Drive-By
We murder muthafuckas!
Man, where ya gonna be 10 years from now?
Swimming in the gates of hell sayin' that you was down
Misunderstood and outta control
The microphone relieve's stress
So I'ma do my best to impress
Every single human being that's involved with me
Time for Drive-By to take em' where their eyes can see
Juggalos, wave yo' hands from side to side
Juggalettes, show them titties if ya fuckin' tonight
Niggas and hoes
Bitches ain't shit
All you haters, eat this dick
Who know what it's like
To be a thug for life...
Be a thug for life.....
Be a thug for life..........
Niggas and hoes
Bitches ain't shit
All you haters, eat this dick
Who know what it's like
To be a thug for life...
Be a thug for life.....
Be a thug for life..........
Niggas and hoes
Bitches ain't shit
All you haters, eat this dick
Who know what it's like
To be a thug for life...
Be a thug for life.....
Be a thug for life..........
Niggas and hoes
Bitches ain't shit
All you haters, eat this dick
Who know what it's like
To be a thug for life...
Be a thug for life.....
Be a thug for life..........
Oh...oh yeah....it ain't over muthafucka

I represent Southwest, Del-Ray Jefferson
Festival ridin', we deemed around the Mexican
Me and Violent J, we murder heroin addicts
With every different saws, screwdrivers, and automatics
I like killin' anybody, I'm like Anybody Killa
I'm stompin' thru yo' city like a little Godzilla
I'll cut ya dick and balls off and make ya eat em'
Then choke yo' ass to death so you won't even need em'
Punk bitch!

You ever felt like you a freak in the night?
Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthaf**ka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's certain rituals for bein' ghetto
Keep yo' ass underground, when it's dark, go balistic
I'm representin' all the crazy juggalos
With a hatchet in they hand, smokin' blunts after shows

Think about it, you gotta give it up to Blaze
I mean the guy is f**kin' dead in 47 different ways
Yet he's leavin' Heaven hangin'
And chillin' with his boys


At least until they get his room ready in the Nethervoid
For now he hits the joint until it ain't none left
Which ain't bad for a dead guy supposedly with no breath
Death ain't scary, look at Blaze, he's straight
Even with the maggots and all, he looks great

Because I take out my hatchet and I quickly start axin'
I go juggaloco like a crazy assassin
Twiztid and the Posse, we say nothing confusing
Why? Why? Why?
It's just a hatchet execution.....
A Psychopathic execution

Throw it up y'all, lemme see yo' set shinin'
Rhymin'
For this paper, ain't nothin', get back to grindin'
On the Eastside
We ride
And Drive-By
And i