Spaz

Yeah, y'all motherfucka's betta spaz out!!!

[Chorus]
We make mad (noise!), to make you spaz! (boy!)
We get mad (loud), girl spaz! (out!) (x3)

We make mad (noise!), to make you spaz! (boy)
We get mad (loud), girl spaz...

[Skits]
Its a never ending story we are basking in our glory
Rappers are no more than products toss em in my trolley
I'm sorry but I had 2 cut your Adam's apple open with a broken 40 bottle when you started actin funny
Bloody body zombie, shot a nazi with a shotty
When I attack apache chopper bullets couldn't stop me...
I'm somewhat like shock G, I hit em with the rhythm of the future
And teach the youth the opposite of drug free
I wacth my army party on until the sun rises
Then their bone cause we're all a bunch a vampires...
I set that ass on fire, grab a wack Mc and pull his head off with piano wire...
Jump ya like a camel spider
I roll with hooligang like Danny Dyer
Pusherman your grass supllier, as the verbal ammo fires rounds!
At the Eva type a sucka thinkin he can fuck with this...
You must be out your mind, we the ruggedest I'm done with this...

[Bridge: Dopey Rotten]
Something bitch... That's what I thought...
You can't fuck with the Dope and the Gold...

[Chorus]
We make mad (noise!), to make you spaz! (boy!)
We get mad (loud), girl spaz! (out!) (x3)

We make mad (noise!), to make you spaz! (boy)
We get mad (loud), girl spaz...

[Jay Reaper]
Hold them horses
See you fuckin' with the forces of a sorcerer
The cause of all remorse and all the awesomeness
Niggas pause I fast forward it
Morbid awkward kid
Of course I iz
Bodyparts with orthosis in storages
I'm Jim Morrison, the force within'
I'm the origin
A star born again inmortal men we be orbiting
The swords I spin got 2 chords attached on 2 me
I'm stormin' in the tournament
Your head will be my ornament
Force feedin' me
Use a lil' seasoning
You witnessing the bodz
You don't believe in me it's treasoning
I beez the reason why peoples is preachin' and not reasonin'
I beez the reason the sun dissapearin' in the evening
Like Kool Keith and them
Robert Louis Stevenson, I got that poetry will make you gasp or never breath again
And even when I get shanked with a bleeding pen
It ain't the reapers end
We'll meet again in elysium