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letra de leff field - monoxide

[intro: monoxide]
smoke a square and then prepare yourself
monoxide, monox-boogie, mo diddy mo somthin
smoke somthin, smoke a square b-tch
me and violent j

[vere 1: monoxided]
i’m the wickedest of wicked and by far i’m destined for greatness
k!llin off you people who hate this
now you can wait to sing the top notch mag or book
and we stil gon give you f-gs a look
b-tch boy i’m g-y bashin, consume my gun
i never hated f-gs till i got sued by one
my mental picture is paintin me something ugly
and i still don’t understand how my hands got all bl–dy

[verse 2: violent j]
it’s the juggla, a juggalo role model
i stab people in the neck with a broken beer bottle
and then you meet me and expect a nice guy
you’re lucky i ain’t stuck a screwdriver in your eye yet
houndogs, when i sign an autograph
i see you chopped up in my tub soakin in a blood bath
with demons p-ssin on ya like “rock the dead!”
oh sh-t thoughts in my head

[verse 3: monoxide]
i’m getting blew the f-ck out, with my homie violent j
and we don’t give a f-ck bout nothing you b-tches say
we speak the word of the unheard and mystified
and when you see us huggin momma give her a kiss goodbye
it’s a long dark ride where you goin and ain’t no huggin back
i’m the reaper in this b-tch and ain’t no comin back
my tounge in fact can seal the casket
and spit some sh-t so off the r.i.p. it’s a cl-ssic

[verse 4: violent j]
shut the f-ck up when we speakin, biatch
i guess your momma never taught you sh-t
we stab individuals in they fatal spot
you got 9 lives well i got 10 shots
i remember when we first got started
clown paint and faygo, you thought we was r-t-rded
finally got you in the front row, wild
now i go and do it again with zug izland

[verse 5: monoxide]
i’m a axe toter, uz’a deepthroater
wouldn’t know a juggalo if i showed ya
shadow this, my reflection still cast
a demon with green ounce behind stained gl-ss
i see spirits and i talk to people that ain’t there
they seem to vanish in thin air
why don’t ya, get ghost homie, raise up
while me and violent j roll the weed and blaze it up (what!)

[verse 6: violent j]
real -ss juggalos is all i care about
f-ck everybody else and i don’t wanna hear about
and i don’t give a f-ck if you know someone that’s down
i’ll grab you by your neck and fling your f-ckin head around
i sign nothing, f-ck takin a picture, f-ck shakin you hand
i’ll pull you at me and hit ya
then i kick your f-ckin guts in until your ribs break
there’s you’re mother f-ckin handshake
b-tch

- monoxide

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