Violent J: (Verse 1):

I'll split your whole fuckin' forehead open,
rude boy style,
I keep it raunchy and funky,
like a dirty laundry pile,
I can rhyme, I can rap, I can sing, I can clap,
I can dance, you see me right now,
but you can't,
I turn heads like an explosion when i hit the door,
I put Zach Allen in a figure four,
in front of the liqour store,
I can get pimply,
like pillow talk with love songs,
anyway that i can get up in that ass like a dog,
I brings it up.

Esham: (Verse 2):

Bitch, I'm back, when you thought I was gone,(gone)
I sippin' shots of syrup, straight to the dome,(dome)
I'm all up in your home(home), you all alone,(alone)
twilight zone, ET phone home(home),
Don't pick up the chrome,
no dont pick up the chrome(chrome),
when she picked up the phone(phone),
the back of her brains blown(blown),
no screams, no moans(moans),
not a mortition,
make sure your head gets sewn on,
now that your dead and gone on(on).

ABK: (Verse 3):

Listen up,
pay attention,
while this shit's still in my head,
pyschopathic mother fucker,
representin' black and red,
pointin' fingers at my enemies,
native nuts, panties,
mark-ass bustas actin' hard,
bitch please,
have you ever heard the sound of a meat cleaver swinging,
head in a hand bag,
hoe, jerk, singin',
stare up at the moon hoe,
look at all the light,
thats where you run,
when you see some killers in sight.

Monoxide: (Verse 4):

They call me M.O.N.O.X.I.D to the E,
and it really don't matter what you think of me,
I'm up in this bitch for free,
hangin' with family,
and all I keep thinkin' is,
I hope somebody brought a bag of weed,
I like them flavored blunt wraps,
or a Peach White Owl,
but here I'm in a hurry,
so just pack a bowl for now,
It's still a hatchet bitch,
aint nothin' changed,
but my bracket bitch,
and if you cant just deal with that,
come and see the red and black.

Zug Island: (Verse 5):

As the color folds round(round),
we be creepin' without a sound(sound),
with riders who are bound(bound),
as the steering wheel turns around(around),
our ghost car driftin' in and out the street lights,
with wizards in the back who know the craft of street fights,
heads be bobin'(bobin'),
and smoke is floatin' through window cracks,
a nightmare Cadillac with white reflected of our gats(gats),
demons without reason,
or the mercey we once furied,
then just like the sweetest joy bringin' visions of deja vu.

Blaze Ya Dead Homie: (Verse 6):

I ain't no joke,
and motiz say rock M.O.R.A.P,
it's the B.L.A.Z.E microphone and weed fiend,
down with nicotine,
and my homie M.O.N.O,
rappy went sellifine,
and I cut the head off the devil,
unstoppable,
got sham like Violent J,
nobody standin' in the way,
you better watch what you say,
keep it phat holdin' kidnap like mad tracks,
and strangle bitches quick as Shaggy 2 Dope up on the block.

Shaggy 2 Dope: (Verse 7):

My name is Joey Utzler,
it ain't no Joeseph fuckin' Uttsla,
fuck off,
before they find your head in a dumpsta,
im cruisin' down 7 mile,
dirty as fuck,
I got some fuckin' explosives and pipe bombs in the trunk,
I shot the Senator,
and I don't even know who that is,
Im gonna vent it, two door Escort packed with seven fat kids,
so tell your Mama to fuck off,
and I'm comin' to dinner,
you got a hot bitch in the D,
I probally had my dick up in her.

Zug Island (Verse 8):

Free is like my favorite word,
right next to food,
freaks enflowin' on the microphone,
bitch i bring the absurd,
corrupt encripted,
linguistics of Twizted,
2 to the Double 04 and I'm still rappin' for the hatchet,
in the free studio,
with pantie hoes on the mic,
scream,
40 bottles eerywheer,
killer rollin' the light green,
light the blunt up,
so we can lace the cut up,
and put my shit on cassette,
even if I fuck up,
this is the free studio.