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(featuring Jamie Madrox) [Verse 1] Where you at motherfucker heard you been talking shit But everytime I come around it's like you seem to forget Shut your mouth you little hoe before I scalp your lip In other words you'll be a dead little punk ass bitch I won't forget you every time I'm pissing over your grave Or when I'm slanging payote in hoods that you once claimed Learn about the tribe you're dissing cause we all ain't the same Tomahawk steady swinging as I'm dancing for rain So come and play with me, at least until the sky turns grey Shooting off my arrows like AK's Amazing situations, four colors of man, represent the wicked nations Underground street level, running this course Keeping you shady bitches scared to come up off your porch So come and hang with me, unless you blaming me Because the native hydro keeps changing me [Chorus] Come and play with me (even if it means your death) Though you hated me (my tomahawk swings right to left) You bet just wait and see (I'll be a juggalo till my very last breath) Then you hate to see (these hatchet men up on our chest) [Verse 2] Letras de cancionesWarriors, come out and play Roaches I spray, I'm ABK I'd rather be dead than fade away All my life I been a scrub, I wouldn't change a day What I'm saying quit playing I'm a tell you how it's slaying See me in the streets psychopathic chain just swaying Anybody Killa so it ain't no delaying Dead body six feet in the groud decaying When I come I'll rub the serial numbers from my gun out The tribal war paint on my face will make you run out Bust shots in the sky and shoot the sun out An keep us in the clip until every last run out Erasing all the drama that this world brings Moon light shine bright on shattered dreams Keep away from a killer with a god damn fiend Get your own fucking bullshit scheme [Chorus] [Verse 3: Jamie Madrox] Twiztid Madrox and the ABK Buying automatic weapons from renegades in Bombei Fuck Alize and a fake ass bitch We the sharks in the water, y'all popcorn shrimps So you can eat my cocktail sauce and ass Throwing east in the air when we walk past think fast You can be a hater with a lot to say But you're talking from the door so come out and play [Chorus: Repeat x 2] Come and play with me (even if it means your death) Though you hated me (my butcher knife swings right to left) You bet just wait and see (I'll be a juggalo till my very last breath) Then you hate to see (these hatchet men up on our chest) These hatchet men up on our chests (until fade out) (Thanks to E lOC for these lyrics) From Letras Mania