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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 Well 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 Scarin' niggas 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 SongtexteHere 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 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 nutsac 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, bitch 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 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!! Aus Songtexte Mania