Meat Cleaver Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Yeah 

(What's that) 

Myzery(Word up) 

Twiztid(Yeah) 

And the Insane Clown Posse(Know what I'm sayin?) 

Forming a 50 foot Voltron on your ass 

Your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with this 

Run that shit 

I'm rollin with the Psychopathic 

Make a move, and shit gets drastic 

Leavin mutherfuckers in caskets 

Or wrapped in Reynolds plastic 

Cause we psychosomatic and schitzophrenic lunatics 

Holding my balls we know 

Which engulfs the tip of my dick 

We real sick bitch, run and tell a friend 

Twiztid in at the beginning 

Means of the beginning of the end 

The world dealt me a healthy hand of pain and lies 

And you can see the hate in my eyes it's no surprise 

It ain't shit bitch believe that 

Suckers claiming they paid 

They can't even handle they weed tax 

I leave tracks like a needle 

You phony as the 5th Beetle 

Fuck a B on a deedle 

Rockin Toledo like a trooper, What? 

Leaving your conscience in a stuper, What? 

Fuck a Smith and Wesson I can grab the luger, What? 

And right before I shoot ya 

I snap your back like I was Lex Luger 

Chronic weed abuser (Wooooo!) 

As we capitalize and enterprise music scenes 

Money motivated, goal, and a dream 

Like Martin Luther King 

Hesitaters pause while we crack their jaws 

Swooping over they town like Super Balls (Woo Woo!) 

I roll with Bones and it's on like that 

Making suckers spasm so hard they lungs collapse 

Twiztid's the sound 

Something'that your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with 

Prepare to duck bitch 

Cause I'm runnin' with a meat cleaver 

(Chorus) 

Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo! 

And if you missed it the name is Twiztid 

Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo! 

Boriqua, Myzery, para la isla 

Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo! 

Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse 

Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo! 

Psychopatchic 

(Chorus) 

From the NY come Myzery the red-eyed invasion 

Minority and JumpSteady plotting retaliation 

Suffocating dirty cats, player hatin 

Gats we packin 

Skullys and army jackets 

Headed out of psychopathic 

I got a plan so stack the ammo in the trunk 

The word is that down town we don't front 

Spark the blunt, give em what they want 

Psycho thugs, loaded slugs 

Loco in la cabesa 

Get away rides in ce pasa 

Destination para mi caco pato 

There without muchacho 

Cock slowly the deracho 

There go that long acho 

My shit is jammed 

For you planned 

Body's wounded badly 

Move quickly before they bag me 

Being chased down this dark alley 

I'm a wounded ass 

Minority hollering I gaba 

I pulled out my blade 

And carved it in him like a mansana 

Now back to the ride floor it corpses 

No remorse's 

Psychopathic and Spanish side we joining forces 

(Chorus) 

Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo! 

And if you missed it the name is Twiztid 

Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo! 

Boriqua, Myzery, para la isla 

Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo! 

Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse 

Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo! 

Psychopatchic 

Myzery(I smell gun powder) 

Twiztid 

And the loco Insane Clown Posse (I smell raisins) 

Psychopathic Records 

Para siempre! 

I smell garlic my head hurts 

Cause my brain is cursed by voodoo wizards 

My skin turns blue and I start to shake 

My tongue comes out like a snake 

Ssssss 

Zunga bunga hooly goo bo 

That's my Ugandan voodoo flow 

You don't know what it meant 

Til the next day you wake up 

With your dick in your homies butt 

I might grab your face, twist your neck, 

And then let it go (Brrrrraaah) 

And then Shaggy climbs up my back 

And we attack and hit ya like a 10 foot ninja(Ninja!) 

I paint my face like a clown 

Other times I paint it like Sting and come down 

The rafters up at the mall and throw old folks to the ropes 

And chop their throats (Woooo!) 

But I ain't no wrestler 

I'm a serial killa murderous molester 

Naww, I'm just juggalin your balls a bit 

It's J who's into that shit (Yeah, fuck you) 

And if you wanna get lippy 

I'll stretch your lips out and call you skippy (Hehe) 

The bottom line is we twisted like Sam Kinison's back 

After the car wreck 

(Chorus) 

Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo! 

And if you missed it the name is Twiztid 

Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo! 

Boriqua, Myzery, para la isla 

Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo! 

Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse 

Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo! 

(Chorus x5) 

Psychopatchic