Gimmie More

[Intro: Jamie Madrox]
Yo, ICP and Twiztid wrecking shit for the fam mothafackos

[Verse 1: Monoxide]
I'm like fuck this shit, bitch I ain't playin'
I give a fuck what you and that DJ sayin'
Could end this right now no more delaying
And like a dog I got 'em all obeying
Obliterate the competition like I was the son of Satan
But really I'm just man on a mission impatiently waiting
I've got the weight of a generation to generate in my head
And every song that I be makin' since 98
And you're tellin' me right now that it might be too late
I said back down, if it's coming to faith
Were to let down if it blows up in my face
But that's the kind of a person I ain't
I relate to the X files more than an American Idol
I'm a death star lookin' to jump start your vitals
And nothing's far, I'ma keep my name on the title
Even most, if not all, of my rivals are feeling suicidal

[Chorus]
Bring 'em out, knock 'em dead, bring 'em back, gimmie more
Turn it down, turn it up, loud enough? Gimmie more
Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more
Gimmie more, gimmie more, more than I've been lookin' for
Plastic, pretend, empty, hollow
And you expect me to follow? (Hell no!)
Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more
Gimmie more, gimmie more (Psychopathic Style)

[Verse 2: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
Gimmie more than you ever had before
I'm at your concert, bored, asleep on the floor
It's like pizza every night, it was ok the first bite
Then like an old hooker's neden, it's nothin' tight
Serve it up with hot soup, in a candy painted coup
With a fresh group on a fruity loop, it's still poop
You never dupe a veteran our medicine is better than
Anything on Letterman, again I need Excedrin
My head hurt, is that your best work? Were you hurt somehow?
That's on the chart? I rather hear a elephant fart
Wicked scientist, hatchet cape flyin' fist
Why you even tryin' this? Bitch, stick to fryin' fish
Great lake, earthquake, kick your rump shaker
Take em through the road block, boom breaker, breaker
Any more of that? Stomp you flat, like a door mat
Ignore that crap in fact, have that door shipped back

[Chorus]
Bring 'em out, knock 'em dead, bring 'em back, gimmie more
Turn it down, turn it up, loud enough? Gimmie more
Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more
Gimmie more, gimmie more, more than I've been lookin' for
Plastic, pretend, empty, hollow
And you expect me to follow? (Hell no!)
Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more
Gimmie more, gimmie more (Psychopathic Style)

[Verse 3: Jamie Madrox]
You gotta keep strong with the resistance, protect the regime
From the narcissistic self-centered sadistic
Also hypocritic when we spit shit
Brains turn on like a light switch amongst the flyin' fish
With the immortal rap and craft techniques
Make these wack cheesy motherfuckers scared to speak
Spit sugar you're diabetically too sweet
They just some boogers and ironically they've picked me
Last name: Fuck! First name: I don't give a!
A drunk degenerate like cirrhosis of the liver
With the pinnacle third eye, pyramid supreme
Stayed on the top of the food chain while bitches are bottom feed
Serious like the star of the East
With the power to outshine any newcomers and wildebeests
Brother of Paul and my first name Jamie
And I'll shoot you in the face like Dick Cheney, you motherfuckers

[Chorus]
Bring 'em out, knock 'em dead, bring 'em back, gimmie more
Turn it down, turn it up, loud enough? Gimmie more
Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more
Gimmie more, gimmie more, more than I've been lookin' for
Plastic, pretend, empty, hollow
And you expect me to follow? (Hell no!)
Gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more, gimmie more
Gimmie more, gimmie more (Psychopathic Style)