Yuwannahoe

(Esham)
 What up ya'll?
 Aight, gotta little something to say
 You know I been chillin, chillin in the underground
 And we see all of all ya'll
 Yea we see ya'll
 You know what I'm saying?
 Everybody in the game trying to do their thing
 You in the industry
 We in the streets
 You know what I'm saying?
 The label that runs beneath the streets
 Psychopatchic
 ABK, Esham, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Zug Izland, ICP, and
 TWIZTID!
 (Jamie Madrox)
 Hey you bitch boy guess what?
 Me and my brother made of rubber
 So when Twiztid's in the house
 We bounce the mothafucker
 Save your pen ink and your paper
 Player hater
 We bring the dark side
 Everywhere like the temper
 Ain't you heard
 Ain't nobody jocking your shit
 Use an open toed sandle
 Just flip-flopping it
 Here's one for your play list
 Suck my mothafucking dick
 First single
 You can wait on the remix
 (Monoxide Child)
 Get your candle blew out
 I feel the love homie
 Even if it's hating your mouth
 I'm still the same sick and Twiztid individual
 Looking to go ballistic
 So reminiscent to make your?
 I keep it covered and smothered
 Like hash browns
 And my war songs ready
 Keeping them vultures from swooping down
 I'm as classic as a throwback version
 Of Michael Myers
 Where the hatred that'll spread
 Like a forest fire
 (Chorus x4)
 Why yuwannahoe?
 (So don't worry)
 Don't hate on me
 (Get the fuck outta here)
 (Monoxide Child)
 I trying to shake them off my colar
 With a pop and a twist
 But these haters hang on
 Like some velcro shits
 I can't escape it
 I try scraping them off
 But they holding on so tight
 It's like rapping a moth
 I leave you mothafuckers shaking
 In the frost of my cold heart
 And burry you alive
 In a hole in my backyard
 Don't act hard
 You don't want to chance it sonny
 Monoxide, you know how we do this, money
 (Jamie Madrox)
 So now I hear that you're attacking my crew
 For the shit that we do
 And you'se a bitch
 Thinking ain't nobody sweeter then you
 We spitting sugar shock
 For you dum-dum lollypops
 Give you 20 whole seconds to reload your glock
 Better bust right
 If you're looking for the lime light
 Better sit down
 Get your rhyme right
 Get your shit tight
 Round here we stay tight
 Like fly anus
 When no video
 Don't no radio rotate us
 And no play list
 Just young, dumb, and faceless
 While big cats copping these dumb hoes
 And nice bracelet
 (You hear that, all you stars go wait on your publishing checks so you can pay your baby momma rent, what?)
 (Chorus x4)
 Why yuwannahoe?
 (So don't worry)
 Don't hate on me
 (Get the fuck outta here)
 (Monoxide Child)
 I don't know why
 They hate me so much
 Dedicating more then half of their life
 To doing such bitch ass shit
 It's making me wanna retaliate
 You'd probably press charges
 Hoping that they'd lock me away
 (Jamie Madrox)
 I'm not a bad boy
 I'm a fat boy, bitch boy
 My whole team spits raps
 While your team is unemployed
 Riding a pie
 I'm a give them a piece of my mind
 You'se a back burner project
 Getting done up from behind
 My whole squad drops LPs to CDs
 And making way more chow
 Then you'll hoes will ever see
 (Anybody Killa)
 That's right mothafuckers
 Quit selling that shrink rap
 Boo-boo bitch
 (Chorus x4)
 Why yuwannahoe?
 (So don't worry)
 Don't hate on me
 (Get the fuck outta here)