Whatz that

Check 1, check 2

now what it feel like

they say we're just a couple in the way ass, talkin way too fast

and all our shit, it sound like trash (what!?)

You can't see us, replicate us and try to be us

if only you swap me 2 stripe adidas

Now what you holdin down, dog your whole style is tough

your rhymes is whack and shit don't bump

you say I'm hatin, hell naw, I'm just telling the deal

and since I hate you then I don't give a fuck how you feel

We keep the dead jumpin put your hands in the air

you can diss the unreal, but the unreal don't really care

we don't give a fuck, more bodies up in the trunk

every day is Friday the 13th with bad luck

Somehow we made it through, don't know how, somehow we do

without relyin on radio or interviews

Where my killers at, middle finger in the air

and we spread in the numbers everyday so be prepared

(4x)

Whats this

that's what it's like

and I don't want nobody to know

nobody

i could cut your eyeball out with a exacto blade

you still couldn't see my freekshow mindstate (twiztid)

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 keppin 1 in the hole

I got a stash spot that I keep on the low

incase I gotta put in work on the bitch ass juggaho

People sendin me their death threats

but I got something for you fake ass bitches better believe that

My axe is swingin I got your blood on my face

with your body still floppin cut in half at the waist

It's like peepin with a mad man

shit it ain't nothing to loose but my shell and you can have that

Never ? you mother fucker never die

with the axe and the pistol representin the eastside

We got the dialect to dialate you intalect

we change up love and hate without no textbook or no internet

We stomp on waves (waves) play in the graves (graves)

and we take the minds of those are listening in interphase

and defind mind frames, everyone is king

and the pressures of the world are crumbled by the words we sing

I contend I'm sick and pissed of all this bullshit

we all up in your face while a bone(?) is geriatric

we aint the trend of the millenium, I can tell ya that

you can keep the freestyle rap and backpack

We are the drama seekers, looking for non-beleivers

we walk on water and clouds in search of dream weavers

I hope your glad to meet us, now get the blaze up

your just a hot dog spot bitch so raise up

You outta mind, outta body, outta spirit, outta rhymes

sneak up on behind you in the dark from behind