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blaze ya dead homie - here i am (featuring twiztid) lyrics

here i am
i’m right here dawg
well here i am
i’m right here n-gg-
here i am
i’m right here b-tch
well here i am
and i’m runnin’ with a hatchet
well here i am, a lunatic from head to toe
i sleep in caverns with the dead, but don’t let n-body know
that i’m not your ordinary, average, every day type person
we keep it live while y’all n-gg-s 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 b-tch with the juggalo serande
vampire, serial killa with an axe
i’m a maniac
scarin’ n-gg-s 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 n-gg-
here i am
i’m right here b-tch
well here i am
and i’m runnin’ with a hatchet
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 b-tch, you don’t wanna a n-gg- 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 b-tch m-th-f-ckas, you can get the nutsac
things change in the hood fast, can’t think slow
stay away from all the busta -ss b-tches and hoes
and for the 5-0
gimme the slugs and the rifle
i turn a pig into a sloppy joe
no b-tch in blue gonna tell me sh-t
i hope your badge can protect ya from the shotgun, b-tch
from the cradle to the grave and the end of time
i hold it down, ask me where i’m at n-gg-, you know the time
here i am
i’m right here dawg
well here i am
i’m right here n-gg-
here i am
i’m right here b-tch
well here i am
and i’m runnin’ with a hatchet
i rock the wicked with my n-gg- 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 -ss 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
f-ck your iced out mug
i spend my money on a casket and some fat -ss buds
i slip your girl a little drug and now she’s sleepin’ with me
and when she finally came around, the b-tch called the police
i’m a generation x reject from ’85
with a pack of ‘ports, a fresh -ss mullet, and 9 lives
i’m disguised and disgusted
don’t get yo’ sh-t busted
and that one b-tch 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!!

- blaze ya dead homie lyrics

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