Leff Field lyrics

Artist  : Twiztid 
Song : Leff Field



 Send "Leff Field" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Smoke a square and then prepare yourself

Monoxide, Monox-boogie, Mo-Diddy,
Mo-Something

Smoke something, smoke a
square, smoke a square bitch

Me and
Violent, Me and Violent J

I'm the wickedest
of wicked and by far

I'm destined for
greatness

Killing off you people hate
this

Now you can raise us in the top
notch

Mag or book

And we still won't
give you fags a look

Bitch boy, I'm
gay-bashing

Come see my gun

I never
hated fags till I got sued by one (by one)

My mental picture is painting me something
ugly

And I still don't understand how my
hands got all bloody

It's the Juggla!

A juggalo role-model

I stab people in the
neck with a broken beer bottle

And then you
meet me and expect a nice guy

You're lucky
I ain't stuck a screw driver in your eye yet
(hound dogs)

When I sign an autograph, I
see you chopped up in my tub, soaking in a blood
bath

With demons pissing on you like ROCK
THE DEAD! (thoughts in my head)

I'm getting
glued the fuck out with my homie fucking Violent
J

And we don't give a fuck about nothing
you fucking bitches say

We speak the word
and he unheard the mystify

And when you see
us, hug your momma and give her a kiss goodbye

It's a long dark ride, where you going there
ain't no holding back

I'm the reaper in
this bitch, there ain't no coming back

My
tongue in fact conceal a casket

And spit
some shit, so off the rip, it's a classic

Shut the fuck up, when we speaking bitch

Ain't yo mamma ever taught you shit

We
stab individuals in they fatal spots

You
got nine lives? Well I got 10 shots (yeah!)

I remember when we first got started

Clown paint and faygo, you thought we was
retarded (whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!)

Finally got
you in the front row wilin

Now I'm gonna do
it again with Zug Izland

I'm a axe holder,
user, deep throater

Wouldn't know a juggalo
if I showed ya shadowless

My reflection
still casts a demon with green eyes behind
stained glass

I see spirits and I talk to
people that ain't there

They seem to vanish
in thin air

Why don't you get ghost homie,
raise up

While me and Violent J roll the
weed and blaze it up (what?)

Real ass
juggalos is all I care about (who?)

Fuck
everybody else, and I don't want to hear
about

And I don't give a fuck if you know
someone that's down

I'll grab you by your
neck and fling your fucking head around

I
won't sign nothing

Fuck taking a
picture

Fuck shaking your hand, I'll pull
you at me and hit you (plaw!)

Then I kick
ya fucking guts in until your ribs break

There's your mutha fucking hand shake, bitch
(bitch, bitch, bitch)