Jamie Madrox, The R.O.C. - Somethin’ Outta Horror Flick lyrics

Madrox!

Precise and we plucking chickens
And picking a fight
We're sick when we kick it wicked
And not what you like
We're stranger than average
Average is nowhere to be seen
Bad apples that fell an orchid
Short of the family tree (Oh)
Not like the others
Style is hotter than most do
We come with the shit others
Try to come close to
So bet it all on odd and let it ride
The Crimson Twins have returned
To reclaim thе Eastside
(Twiztid) Stay tight like a facelift
Hеar no, see no, fear no evil, create it
Lyrically I'm Jason
My brother's Michael Myers
Killin', sniffin' for blood like
Sharks and vampires (What)
Horrific, yep, yeah, that's the core of it
Shove it in they face 'til they
Can't take no more of it and forfeit
Get all in your pores like a sports drink
The doctor is in
And I'll take an appointment
(Let's get it)

Somethin' out a horror flick
Spittin' wicked, make people want more of it
Hands up when they singin' our choruses
You don't like it, then you
Can hit the door, bitch!
(DJ Clay) somethin' out a horror flick
Spit it wicked, make people want more of it
Hands up when they singin' our choruses
You don't like it, then you
Can hit the door, bitch!
(ROC)

If I'm sick, sick as done
If I spit, that means you run, ain't no guns
More deadlier than the most
Vicious of vampires night walks the day
Mental dwellers spit fire
I ain't for hire, kill at will with this pen
Mortal to immortal men
We'll bend and spin like rims
Hostile attitude, I can't be touched
The definition to what I've become
Ooh what a rush
Traumatic stress got the best of you
(Best of you)
Go and submit, I'll tear the flesh from you
(Flesh from you)
I got you all running the block
Screaming for help (Help)
Chasin' your wealth
(Wealth) , there goes your health, fool!
Lyrically, Madrox is Jason
And Mono's Michael Myers
That means I'm Freddy in
Your deepest desires
Pliers can't remove us, no way to lose us
Leave you roofless, 'cause I'm ruthless
(Yeah)

Somethin' out a horror flick
Spit it wicked, make people want more of it
Hands up when they singin' our choruses
You don't like it, then you
Can hit the door, bitch!

Die, motherfucker, die (Uh oh, ROC)
Die, motherfucker, die
(On some Twiztid "Diemuthafuckadie" shit)
Die, mother-