some body starts, then the next .............. ya alreasdy know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



ya i said it, alreasdy , and WHUT SON!!!!!!!

I steady look into the mirror in hopes of a true reality, but all i see is the evil deep within me,
a false hope a bringer of pain, i might be crazy but im not totally insane, just remember that Dead Beats the name, I come fully loaded from a bottle of jack, an if i pass out to soon you'll find me near your toliet on my back, So i throw up these rhymes to make a impression apon you, if you think you can step to me then bring it on fool...Im waiting for you.

watch as sawedoff pulled the heat n blew his jaw-off
watchem as they pile up, these fukn punx get hauled off
im strike em like some asthma, spittn venom in they plasma
bystandas, go and grab they cameras
little kids go cryn to they mah-mahs
little wah-wahs look at dada, like my face is blood splatta'd
cut the chatter, whuts the matter
aint you ever seen the mad hatta
wack-wrappers get crumbled, n tossd to the compactor
CUT!! thats a wrap, now send the actors back
to the set they came from
where they get they name from
why i get these loox from cats like they dont know my name SON


Sawed-Off

aiight, you bringin the wykid shit yo
you got nothing more than my hoe
shes a good trick, sucks a good dick
she even gives a good lick
all you got is your rhyme and a fly
i'll show you flames rainin' from the sky
fuck your wife, choke her with my tie
i don't need to try, yur acting like a spy
i'll roll my J and get motha fuckin high
just reach into my back pocket supply
rip your juggala out, good bye
awww, sorry guy, don't cry
maybe you'lll get another reply
we' juggalos, we never die
not here not in a back ally
always defyin death in july
hey clown, eat your pie
stick my hatchet in ur eye
i forgot to say hi
my namez steve
i'm your new pet peeve
i'll leave you to heave

psycho spike

man i done told these mutha fuckas
FUCK these mothafuckas
pop the clip in, start to trippin'
GET TO RIPIN" MOTHAFUCKAS
leave you DRIPPIN' mothafucka
cut ur bitch-ass up, send ya to fifty-states
fifty different address
fifty different crates
double loco-like-44's
kray-zee like eighty-eights
i leave bitches shakin like cali
fuck around, if you aint duckin down
then get found up in some ally

Im sick like michael myers,
setting cabins up in the woods on fire,
but call me a liar,
when i know you can only hope i am
when i show up though im like a modern day superman,
flying across the land wit my sick scyth in hand,
making heads fly off as the blood splatters...damn,
cuz im twisted like a braid rapped around your bitches throat,
strapped wit a ball an chain an tossin her ass over the boat,
hope the bitch knows how to float well lets see.....NOPE!
Wicked Clownz represent all over the fucking place,
you can tell wit all the luv around wit a painted face,
I come straight from the nether void of fucking AZ,
where the sun is hot an the homies are crazy,
laying bodies always to rest,
wit a bottle of vodka an my hand on your girly's chest,
so who's fucking next to step up to the killa's test?

ya woke tied to the four posts on your bed
pry ur mouth open and get force fed a horse hed
go ahead and call ya homies
i betchu there'll be more ded
claimn they got that fire
i aint even catch a buzz ya need to get back
cuz, you hang with mor hott-fuzz then a lint trap
dont let the sawed-off hit u n the chest prick
cus i hit with the equivilent of a mule kick
they sayn nothin in they rhymes
thats why i call 'em mimes
i smack'em out they clear box
each and every time

yo take your raps back, an get yourself a refund,
cuz to be honest all you fools raps sound dumb,
more like numb straight to my brain, cuaseing hella pain,
now listen an learn from an old timer, master of the dark arts,
I murder your dawg an play voodoo games wit his heart,
kicking it around like it was a hackie sack, but whats that,
i think he just caught an axe in his back, like it was playstation,
double tap that back jack,
So here i come wit the increadable rhymes, shaking down your spine,
whats yours is now mine, from the front to behind, wicked rhyme,
what a dead sign in this freak show like line...cuz when i speak this is what i said,
"Die Motherfucker Die I Rock the Dead!"