Ya hear that. We off the train tracks homeboy outta control, me and madrox rockin bitch, slappin the world. I say some s**t to make the crows crow quick, little bitch, paint a picture lice picasso from the blood when it drips. Take a sip it makes me stronger than the strongest man, and my mind takes a journey to the farthest land, I`m the whole worlds kryptonite, I got these bitches on they knees, kissing hands, cryin, beggin for they life. I`m a butcher knife to the neck, gotta go (what), 1 you just a ho (right), 2 you ain`t a juggalo. (believe that) bitch you watch your mouth and represent, you get your head split quick, some s**t they can`t stitch. I`m a scrub for life, don`t let the hairstyle ? with a bag a weed, looking to blow it. Those who don`t know it I`m monoxide, blaze up a smoke, and pass that s**t to your boy and give his bitch a choke. Biatch!
I hate everyone...I hate everyone...I hate everyone...I hate everyone

For those of you that don`t know, it`s Mr. Madrox (yeah), first name`s Jamie, can`t nobody see me in my world of m-o-n-o on the m-I-c and basically my little brother Blaze put it down with thug mentality (that`s right). We represent the vicinity of the East (Eastside) bustin free no love for hoes or the police. What you thought is was bumpin weak s**t need to get some hatchet in your life. Cause don`t perpetrate like we don`t know yesterday you was a hater but today you`s a juggalo (biatch). you just a punk wearin cheap nanny coats tryin ta fall up in the flock with the same hokey-dokey. I turn you into smoke (breathe it in) second hand im stayin underground just lost 100 grand so f**k a fan base (Yeah). Show me family face (yeah) no matter they size, shape, or race.

I hate everyone...I hate everyone...I hate everyone...I hate everyone

First off, (here we go), whoever trippin get the shot off, 1 into the back of your head, actin like the dead, don`t play, 12 shells a day, still put it down for my g`s around the way (hey hey) ain`t nobody tryin ta step to better watch you mouth homeboy I`ll powerplex you, into the mat, now picture that youre style so skinny your nose is hella hella phat. Fat enough to kick it wit a gang of hood rats in the back of a chicken shack. We relax in you jaw like a side effect and f**k you hood rat hoes, in the project. Got a 12 guage and I`m holdin it down, who wanna ride with me cause I`m headed east with bail. Callin D dumpin t-w-I-z t-I-d b-l-a-z-e and we ride to till infinity (yeah)

I hate everyone...I hate everyone...I hate everyone...I hate everyone