Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Here I Am
Here I am
I'm right here dawg
Well here I am
I'm right here nigga
Here I am
I'm right here bitch
Well here I am
And I'm runnin' with a hatchet
[Jamie Madrox]
Here I am, a lunatic from head to toe
I sleep in caverns with the dead, but don't let nobody know
That I'm not your ordinary, average, every day type person
We keep it live while y'all niggas be rehearsin'
Cursin' us, hopin' that we disappear
But we been in the game for so many, many years
That we never gon' stop and we never gon' fade
Twiztid in this bitch with the Juggalo serande
Vampire, serial killa with an axe
I'm a maniac
Scare a nigga straight into a heart attack
Life is like a relapse
Can you see that?
My name is Jamie Madrox, represented by the bat
Dark night, dark skies
Milk white eyes
People of the sunlight better be advised
There's a new breed of killa on the street today
Here I am, I'm a maniac, what you say?
Here I am
I'm right here dawg
Well here I am
I'm right here nigga
Here I am
I'm right here bitch
Well here I am
And I'm runnin' with a hatchet
[Blaze]
Where my dead thugs?
Who jack fools and slang drugs
And call each other blood and cuz
Who ain't afraid to ride thru the hood
with a piece in they lap
I'm just a killa bitch,
you don't wanna a nigga on the ground
Life is cold like a 4-0-Z
Only thugs and killas be the ones down to ride with me
Where my killas at?
Shootin' up right back
And all you bitch muthafuckas, you can get the nutsack
Things change in the hood fast, can't think slow
Stay away from all the busta ass bitches and hoes
And for the 5-0
Gimme the slugs and the rifle
I turn a pig into a sloppy joe
No bitch in blue gonna tell me shit
I hope your badge can protect ya from the shotgun, nigga
From the cradle to the grave and the end of time
I hold it down, ask me where I'm at nigga,
you know the time
Here I am
I'm right here dawg
Well here I am
I'm right here nigga
Here I am
I'm right here bitch
Well here I am
And I'm runnin' with a hatchet
[Monoxide Child]
I rock the wicked with my nigga big Blaze and Madrox
You can try to shake my gates and can't fade my padlocks
You see me represent my hood and my homies for mad blocks
Here to slaughter all you fake ass Biggie's and 2Pac's
Two glocks, it ain't enough,
you better hit the streets hard
And pray that I don't catch you and find you a graveyard
I'm a psycho thug
Fuck your iced out mug
I spend my money on a casket and some fat ass buds
I slip your girl a little drug
and now she's sleepin' with me
And when she finally came around,
the bitch called the police
I'm a generation X reject from '85
With a pack of 'Ports, a fresh ass mullet, and 9 lives
I'm disguised and disgusted
Don't get yo' shit busted
And that one bitch that I trusted
I bucked her with my musket
Am I really hard to find? Well, here I am
Conjure like the spirits and Ouija's from other lands
Here I am
I'm right here dawg
Here I am
I'm right here dawg
Here I am
I'm right here dawg
Well here I am
And I'm runnin' with a hatchet!!
(Answering Machine)
"Sorry I'm not at home to answer the phone right now, leave a message and I'll holla at you later."
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| Title:Here I Am
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