Lyrics Bussyoheadopen - Twiztid
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"Bussyoheadopen"
"Bussyoheadopen"
E
town
with
it,
turn
to
the
back
With
that
east
side
repping
ready
for
the
attack
Checking
the
attire,
all
white
and
black
With
the
black
Twiztid
embroidered
on
the
back
Guess
who's
back,
yep,
it's
the
tray
side
And
we
put
it
down
for
life
and
ready
to
ride
Madrox
and
Monoxide,
you
ain't
heard
Got
people
who
were
all
anticipating
our
return
With
everywhere
you
look,
it
ain't
looking
good
not
at
all
And
everybody
looking
is
waiting
for
you
to
fall
Now
we
design
and
dominate
that's
just
mans
natural
instinct
And
put
it
on
the
line
like
reputations
and
pink
slips
We
got
the
music,
let
it
do
what
it
do
And
this
stress
carrying
the
world,
we
gonna
carry
that
too
And
we
gonna
bury
them
fools
and
the
rest
in
a
cloak
at
night
And
strike
like
vengeance
upon
parasites
Now
don't
y'all,
not
for
one
second
Think
I
won't
just
BUST
YO'
HEAD
OPEN
Give
me
a
reason
to
leave
you
breathing
That's
a
point
blank
message
to
all
the
non-believers
O
six
Caddy,
brand
new
daddy
Twenty
eight
grams
in
my
twenty
little
baggies
Got
a
little
something
in
the
back
of
my
khakis
Cause
I'm
always
getting
threats
they
wanna
kidnap
me
Flames
still
burning
and
the
hatred's
back
I
got
the
chainsaw
revving
and
bloodstains
to
match
Got
you
nervous
like
a
reverend
who
got
caught
in
the
act
And
you
react
like
he
did
when
he
got
whacked
with
the
ax
Underestimated
and
medicated
I'm
only
hated
and
segregated
from
the
people
who
never
made
it
And
I'll
be
damned
if
I
bow
out
now
Jack
I
represent
a
portion
of
people
who
on
the
real
they
won't
allow
that
They
got
us
tatted
on
their
neck,
breast,
chest
and
head
And
undress
the
dead,
enough
said
We
got
a
mark
on
the
planet
earth
You
got
a
rack
full
of
bootlegged
shirts,
the
truth
hurts
You've
awoke
a
sleeping
giant,
all
this
psycho
lying
Your
sawed
off
blasts
leave
all
your
mama's
crying
At
the
wake,
ready
to
bake
everybody
in
the
front
row
My
aim
is
to
put
your
relatives
in
a
hole
Laying
next
to
you
stretched
out
in
one
big
plot
With
blood
clots
all
over
your
head
like
polka
dots
No
gun
shots
I
did
it
all
with
my
Louisville
slugger
Another
notch
added
every
time
I
beat
a
mother
fucker
Stomp
a
mother
fucker,
drag
they
bodies
in
their
back
yards
Chop
heads
and
hands
off
to
discard
The
identity,
I
ain't
trying
to
see
no
time
It's
on,
I
scatter
ashes
where
the
sun
don't
shine
And
I
do
dirt
with
only
close
people
of
mine
Cause
they
real
while
you
phony
snitches
out
there
dropping
dimes
So
give
me
one
reason
to
get
me
to
squeezing
on
another
And
I'm
a
haul
out
and
start
cracking
mother
fuckers
1 Welcome Home
2 Monster
3 Sex, Drugs, Money & Murder
4 Sex, Drugs, Money & Murder (feat. The Dayton Family)
5 Hurt Someone
6 Hurt Someone
7 Jus' Like Me
8 Bussyoheadopen (feat. Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
9 Bussyoheadopen
10 Feel Me (feat. The R.O.C.)
11 Feel Me
12 Raw Deal (The Juggalo Song)
13 How I Live
14 How I Live (feat. Proof)
15 My Favorite
16 My Favorite (feat. DJ Clay)
17 Weak Shitz Out
18 Weak Shitz Out (feat. Hed Pe)
19 Wet Dreams (feat. Bizzar)
20 Wet Dreams
21 Monsters Ball
22 Monsters Ball (feat. Insane Clown Posse)
23 Bury 'Em All (feat. Tech N9ne, Big Krizz Katico, & Potluck)
24 Bury 'Em All
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