Somethin Outta Horror Flick
[Intro: DJ Clay]
Madrox!

[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox & DJ Clay]
Precise and we plucking chickens and picking a fight
We're sick when we kick it wicked and not what you like
We're stranger than average, average is nowhere to be seen
Bad apples that fell an orchid short of the family tree (Oh!)
Not like the others, style is hotter than most do
We come with the shit others try to come close to
So bet it all on odd and let it ride
The Crimson Twins have returned to reclaim thе Eastside
(Twiztid) Stay tight like a facelift
Hеar no, see no, fear no evil, create it
Lyrically I'm Jason, my brother's Michael Myers
Killin', sniffin' for blood like sharks and vampires (What!)
Horrific, yep, yeah, that's the core of it
Shove it in they face 'til they can't take no more of it
And forfeit, get all in your pores like a sports drink
The doctor is in, and I'll take an appointment (Let's get it!)
[Chorus: DJ Clay]
Somethin' out a horror flick
Spittin' wicked, make people want more of it
Hands up when they singin' our choruses
You don't like it, then you can hit the door, bitch! (DJ Clay!)
Somethin' out a horror flick
Spit it wicked, make people want more of it
Hands up when they singin' our choruses
You don't like it, then you can hit the door, bitch! (R.O.C.!)

[Verse 2: The R.O.C. & DJ Clay]
If I'm sick, sick as done
If I spit, that means you run, ain't no guns
More deadlier than the most vicious of vampires
Night walks the day, mental dwellers spit fire
I ain't for hire, kill at will with this pen
Mortal to immortal men, we'll bend and spin like rims
Hostile attitude, I can't be touched
The definition to what I've become, ooh what a rush
Traumatic stress got the best of you (Best of you)
Go and submit, I'll tear the flesh from you (Flesh from you)
I got you all running the block, screaming for help (Help)
Chasin' your wealth (Wealth), there goes your health, fool!
Lyrically, Madrox is Jason, and Mono's Michael Myers
That means I'm Freddy in your deepest desires
Pliers can't remove us, no way to lose us
Leave you roofless, 'cause I'm ruthless (Yeah!)
[Chorus: DJ Clay]
Somethin' out a horror flick
Spit it wicked, make people want more of it
Hands up when they singin' our choruses
You don't like it, then you can hit the door, bitch!

[Segue: DJ Clay]
Die, motherfucker, die (Uh oh, R.O.C.!)
Die, motherfucker, die (On some Twiztid "Diemuthafuckadie" shit)
Die, mother-