[Intro: Jamie Madrox]
Turn to the Jack, ay! Don't joke me!
Turn to the back with that
Turn to the back with that (Don't joke me!)
Turn to the back with that

[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
D town fitted, turn to the back
With that east side reppin' ready for the attack
Checkin' the attire, it's all white and black
With the black Twiztid embroidered up on the back
Guess who's back, yep, it's the tray side
And we put it down for life and ready to ride
Madrox and Monoxide, you ain't heard
Got people in withdrawal anticipatin' our return
With everywhere you look, it ain't lookin' good not at all
And everybody lookin' is waitin' for you to fall
Now we desire to dominate that's man's natural instinct
And put it on the line like reputations and pink slips
We got the music, let it do what it do
And this stress weighin' the world, we gonna carry that too
And we gonna bury them fools and the rest in a cloak
At night and gonna strike like vengeance upon parasites

[Hook]
Now don't y'all, not for one second
Think I won't just BUSS YO' HEAD OPEN
Give me a reason to leave you breathin'
That's a point blank message to all the non-believers
Now don't y'all, not for one second
Think I won't just BUSS YO' HEAD OPEN
Give me a reason to leave you breathin'
That's a point blank message to all the non-believers
[Verse 2: Monoxide Child]
O six Caddy, brand new daddy
Twenty eight grams in twenty little baggies
Got a little something in the back of my khakis
'Cause I'm always gettin' threats that they wantin' to kidnap me
Flames still burnin' and the hatred's back
I got the chainsaw revvin' and bloodstains to match
I got you nervous like a reverend who got caught in the act
And you react like you did when he got whacked with the ax
Underestimated and medicated
I'm only hated and segregated from the people who never made it
I'll be dead if I bowed out now Jack
I represent a portion of people who on the real they won't allow that
They got us tatted on their neck, breast, chest and head
And undress the dead, enough said
We got a mark on your planet earth
You got a rack full of bootlegged shirts, the truth hurts

[Hook]
Now don't y'all, not for one second
Think I won't just BUSS YO' HEAD OPEN
Give me a reason to leave you breathin'
That's a point blank message to all the non-believers
Now don't y'all, not for one second
Think I won't just BUSS YO' HEAD OPEN
Give me a reason to leave you breathin'
That's a point blank message to all the non-believers
[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
You've awoke a sleepin' giant, all this like a lion
Your sawed off blasts leave all your mama's cryin'
At the wake, ready to bake everybody in the front row
My aim is to put your relatives in a hole
Laying next to you stretched out in one big plot
With blood clots all over your head like polka dots
No gun shots, did it all with my Louisville slugger
Another notch added every time I beat a motherfucker
STOMP A MOTHAFUCKA! Drag they bodies in they back yard
Chop heads and hands off of the corpse
The identity, I ain't tryin' to see no time
It's on, I scatter ashes where the sun don't shine
And I do dirt with only close peoples of mine
'Cause they real while you phony snitches out there droppin' dimes
So give me one reason to get me to squeezin' on another
And I'm a haul out and start crackin' motherfuckers

[Hook]
Now don't y'all, not for one second
Think I won't just BUSS YO' HEAD OPEN
Give me a reason to leave you breathin'
That's a point blank message to all the non-believers
Now don't y'all, not for one second
Think I won't just BUSS YO' HEAD OPEN
Give me a reason to leave you breathin'
That's a point blank message to all the non-believers
Now don't y'all, not for one second
Think I won't just BUSS YO' HEAD OPEN
Give me a reason to leave you breathin'
That's a point blank message to all the non-believers
Now don't y'all, not for one second
Think I won't just BUSS YO' HEAD OPEN
Give me a reason to leave you breathin'
That's a point blank message to all the non-believers