Axe Murder Boyz, Twiztid - All Day lyrics
[Axe Murder Boyz, Twiztid - All Day lyrics]
All day, each and every which way
We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
All day, each and every which way
We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
I'm hiding out in the dark in
All of them cemetary places
And I put tattoo teardrops on
All the dead bodie's faces
Cause it is they who cry for
Us and if I may bust
And seperate all the hate from those who are
Down with us and when I say "Rush!"
It's like a thousand knives and
Hatchets to your head
It's the Ginsu nami makin'
These black streets red (what I said?)
The dead meets and plot so be afraid
We're makin' zombies with bodies and
Then unleash what we made, it's all day!
Monoxide: All of my lifetime
Waitin' and gradually seperatin
All of the rational thinkin' from
Out of my mind
Rewind and everybody comes to find out
That that's why people like you
Die or either hide out
I got you glowin' and I'm
Squeezin' like Darth Vader
And I'm hopin' now that I can
All it takes is a little bit of my hate
To get it goin' from zero
To fuckin' totally insane
And I'm knowin' that -
All day, each and every which way
We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
Who want it? WHAT?
Step and you get FUCKED UP
Whoever want it with US lIKE WHAT
Want it with US lIKE WHAT
Lazy eyes that be lookin' in all directions
My crazy mind that you can't
Get with no connections
Protection is brought to me from the dead
It's an army of the anti-life
So what's ahead
Is a muthafuckin' beat down, we stick around
All the wack can hate
And change pace after we murderin'
All the snakes and fakes keepin' it wicked
But don't know if it's enough
I'm takin' a picture of the
Sickest form of love, it's fucked up!
Madrox: I'm all day, 24
7 like 7 11 spittin' venom on a mission
To get to heaven
We hellish and people relish the
Transition of a scrub
To a kamakaze who got little to no love
(What?)
What you got? Nothin', I'm bein' positive
I ain't even trippin'
My whole lifestyle is monsterous
As a hatchet with a broken
Handle and a course blade
Your wig belongs to us
Consider your debt paid aLL DAY!
All day, each and every which way
We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
Who want it? WHAT?
Step and you get FUCKED UP
Whoever want it with US lIKE WHAT
Want it with US lIKE WHAT
We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
All day, each and every which way
We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
I'm hiding out in the dark in
All of them cemetary places
And I put tattoo teardrops on
All the dead bodie's faces
Cause it is they who cry for
Us and if I may bust
And seperate all the hate from those who are
Down with us and when I say "Rush!"
It's like a thousand knives and
Hatchets to your head
It's the Ginsu nami makin'
These black streets red (what I said?)
The dead meets and plot so be afraid
We're makin' zombies with bodies and
Then unleash what we made, it's all day!
Monoxide: All of my lifetime
Waitin' and gradually seperatin
All of the rational thinkin' from
Out of my mind
Rewind and everybody comes to find out
That that's why people like you
Die or either hide out
I got you glowin' and I'm
Squeezin' like Darth Vader
And I'm hopin' now that I can
All it takes is a little bit of my hate
To get it goin' from zero
To fuckin' totally insane
And I'm knowin' that -
All day, each and every which way
We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
Who want it? WHAT?
Step and you get FUCKED UP
Whoever want it with US lIKE WHAT
Want it with US lIKE WHAT
Lazy eyes that be lookin' in all directions
My crazy mind that you can't
Get with no connections
Protection is brought to me from the dead
It's an army of the anti-life
So what's ahead
Is a muthafuckin' beat down, we stick around
All the wack can hate
And change pace after we murderin'
All the snakes and fakes keepin' it wicked
But don't know if it's enough
I'm takin' a picture of the
Sickest form of love, it's fucked up!
Madrox: I'm all day, 24
7 like 7 11 spittin' venom on a mission
To get to heaven
We hellish and people relish the
Transition of a scrub
To a kamakaze who got little to no love
(What?)
What you got? Nothin', I'm bein' positive
I ain't even trippin'
My whole lifestyle is monsterous
As a hatchet with a broken
Handle and a course blade
Your wig belongs to us
Consider your debt paid aLL DAY!
All day, each and every which way
We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
Who want it? WHAT?
Step and you get FUCKED UP
Whoever want it with US lIKE WHAT
Want it with US lIKE WHAT