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."