Chorus]

Run, run, run

Run, run, run

Where the hell did these big old white boys come from?

[Verse 1: Bukshot]

I'm still in the land of the Louisville Slugger

Rumors haven’t changed, I'm a bad motherfucker (yeah)

I'm the one and only, you will never find another

Steppin’ through my city, rep it in my favorite color

I'm a battleship! I can sink your fleet in many ways

You might rattle shit! But you better not rattle my cage

You can't fathom this! You can't read my mind or beat the stage

I'm erratic and my work ethic is on another page

Focus on my enemy, hope you is a friеnd of me

If you rep the industry you must bе the enemy

You might slip away from me but not without a penalty

We got killers in Detroit, from Canada to Tennessee

Welcome to the underground! You don't want no part in this this

Mobstyle gladiator, haters call me Spartacus

Time to bring the heat, my ammunition's always bottomless

Bitch you better run if you don't want your children bobbin’ this

[Chorus]

Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run

Don’t slip, don't fall, if you do, you’re getting done

Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run

Where the hell did these big old white boys come from?

Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run

Don't slip, don't fall, if you do, you're getting done (Come on)

Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run

Where the hell did these big old white boys come from?

[Verse 2: Jelly Roll]

Yeah

I’ve been distributing hay stack in my city hoe (bitch)

And I ain't talking 'bout my homie from them videos (what up)

They told me run, said "I'm already rolling" (yep)

I got that midget cheap, rest in peace Gary Coleman (get him)

You put me on your album, that's a hell of a stamp (stamp)

And I'm coming with that thunder like Kevin Durant (swish)

From a place where them white boys is serving 'em O's

Tatted up and got a mouth full of permanent gold (ha)

Yeah I'm riding by myself with this nine on my seat

Fresh tee with Lebron number nines on my feet (wooh)

A bad bitch with me long hair with them open toes (sexy)

She wanna saddle up, I took her to the rodeo (weehoo)

The four-fifth got a nose like Pinocchio (come on)

I ain't about to stop to my bank account, big as Oprah clothes (haha)

M.O.B. style music, fucking with ya Buk (what up?)

And I'm like vaseline, I got something in the cut (get 'em)

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[Chorus]

Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run

Don't slip, don't fall, if you do, you're getting done

Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run

Where the hell did these big old white boys come from?

Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run

Don't slip, don't fall, if you do, you're getting done (Come on)

Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run

Where the hell did these big old white boys come from?

[Verse 3: Violent J]

I be the Duke of the Wicked, polluted is my inner-mind

Feeding off of hater hate, it's always dinner time

Look at me, six-hundred pounds enjoying a smorgasbord

'Cause I'm a legendary great, Gorgeous George

Classic, heavy as a Chevy and tall

Walk by, knock all the fucking shit off your walls

And I'm from Detroit City, murder's as common as fucking

Everybody, they do it all the time it ain't nothing

They get inventive here and think of new ways to school ya

They'll send your mother your head in a cooler (haha)

And no I ain't just a rapper, I'm a neck-snapper (haha)

A born scrub but a fine ass-slapper

Juggalo dapper, a fucking ho capper (*gunshots*)

A human sex trade kidnapper

You need to flee the spot because we give a fuck not

Big Jelly Roll, big Violent J and big Bukshot

[Verse 4: Madchild]

Aye, and don't forget Madchild, J, I'm here to hold it down (yep)

Just like my brothers got me underground, kings of older sound with golden crowns (crowns)

Never slowing down the coldest flow and how?

Got fire in the belly of the beast so how we glowing now?

Don't wait in lines, every club it's a clear entrance

Hold them bars like I just got a ten-year sentence (damn)

You can tell I'm demented, who gives a flying fuck (uhm)

Spitting flames, I'm applying pressure like a firetruck

Big white boys, but I ain't talking riot talk (nope)

Bukshot, Jelly Roll and Violent J are giants, fuck (fuck)

I'll rock a show, hit the hotel, relax time (ugh)

Madchild, the Juggalette and our bags dime

You better run motherfucker we don't back down (run)

My boys are looking out for me like I'm a trap house (kicked in)

We out here, ain't nothing to pull a scrap out (boom)

Mobstyle, psychopaths and warriors, you'll black out

[Chorus]

Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run

Don't slip, don't fall, if you do, you're getting done

Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run

Where the hell did these big old white boys come from?

Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run

Don't slip, don't fall, if you do, you're getting done (Come on)

Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run

Where the hell did these big old white boys come from

Chorus: Jamie Madrox]

We're gonna go back to our old ways

We’re gonna go back to our old ways

Here come a rocket outta the sky and it's flying high

It's on a mission to make ’em listen and question life

Your own decisions and visions of what you think it is

Couldn't be different and if it isn't opinion is

We're gonna go back to our old ways

We're gonna go back to our old ways

Here come a rocket outta the sky and it's flying high

It's on a mission to make 'em listen and question life

Your own decisions and visions of what you think it is

Couldn’t be different and if it isn’t opinion is

[Verse 1: Monoxide]

Everybody know we got the blueprint

Tried to keep it on the low like a shoe print

I wasn't worried ’cause the truth is

Even if you got it y'all wouldn't know what to do with it

You burnt out, we got the new wick, lit

And if you wanna be a big dick about shit

I'll keep you burnin like syphilis did

You hear that I get ridiculous no Dyrdek

No longer rappers your all a bunch of witnesses

And also it would appear like different images

That while we been runnin the game y’all been runnin scrimmages

If y'all don't wanna know then quit askin bout the differences

That's how we get em all in they feelings

It's amazin how we just keep on cracking through all the ceilings

It's a wreckin ball kind of affection

I wanna bring em it'll let em know

We ain't the muthafuckas that need 'em

[Verse 2: Jamie Madrox]

I don't need no crutches or stable shits to lean on

I was entry level bussin laundry like a pee on

Focus on my craft until my shit glow like neon

While making enough bread

To feed my whole team on

Belly full rap cats never fooling me

Only thing them muther fuckers owning is they jewelry

All leased or loaned maybe you rent

Not a dime payed to taxes but all of ya money spent

Now this reoccurring poverty need you to circumvent popularity split

Only worth a half of what you used to get

Raps spit at half the heart you used to spit

Reality will let you know

But people be refusing it, ugh

Never jaded square biz at the round table

Never related to fake numbers and ego fables

This blueprint is blue-chip

It stay stable these wack-wack

Can not produce they unable

The shit is all the same

Average like some basic cable

And they expect the diehards to still remain faithful

The shit is like a mockery

Is far to disgraceful

But I don't let it bother me

I still remain thankful

That we'll be doing this a hundred million years or more

And every time it will remind you what we do it for

My hearts ignited like a rocket

And the shit soar over the moon until is smashes you with full force

[Interlude: Jamie Madrox]

Fresh for 20 infinity you suckas

[Outro: Jamie Madrox]

We're gonna go back to our old ways

We're gonna go back to our old ways

We're gonna go back to our old ways

We're gonna go back to our old ways

We're gonna go back to our old ways

We're gonna go back to our old ways

Off with his head

Off with his head

Off with his head, because he's a sheep, I want all of 'em dead!

I'm the last of my kind, at the end of the line

But they sent me back from the dead after I died

Why? Wait a minute, am I blessed or condemned?

I guess that I slipped through a crack in the dam

I don't have any pork, but I'm 'bout to go ham

Ever seen a goat 'cause you will when I ram

Tend to my flock like the shepard I am

Doesn't really matter, the fact I'm a lamb

I've been on the lam since my cult began

Gonna raise some hell, and that is all I planned

I'm running mad like a man possessed

Exercised my demons and they passed the test!

Even though I got my dedicated followers

The top of the pecking order is a lot of work

But I can blow your mind with divine inspiration

The polar opposite of indoctrination

Beware, all ye who enter

We take the trash out with all dissenters

But everyone here's already been converted

We think a pentagram looks best inverted

If we're talking decorating, I have wonderful taste

The devil really loves what I done with the place

And I gotta thank all my little acolytes

If you're lucky, you'll be ritually sacrificed

This is the cult of the lamb

It made me just what I am, and what I am is

Damn good at running the show

And everybody will know, ba-bah bah-bah bah

This part's the hardest

Just gettin' started

'Cause startup cults sure can be harmful heartless

It's dog eat dog and we're far from barkless!

False prophets, just stop it

Think you found God? Just drop it

If you're on a pedestal, jump off it

And put your own hand on the block and chop it

I run a cult and it's all non-profit

That was a joke, I'm a stand-up comic

'Cause anything of value harvest, I'll want it

And put it on the altar because I'm gonna flaunt it!

I'll sculpt my disciples to my liking

Why read your mind, when I can do the writing?

Never step out of line, do what you're told to do

That might include consuming this bowl of poop

Oh, and don't forget to tip your server

There's no currency I prefer to fervour

When I'm in a boss fight and need reinforcements

Everybody to the shrine, on your knees and worship

I go deep down on a dungeon dive

I can be found plunderin' where the sun don't shine

'Cause what lies below is awfully great

If you can practice patience with the one who waits

Your heresy is unbearable

And your Tarot cards are lookin' terrible

I foresee you meeting my mandibles

On a dinner date with all cannibals

(But, we'll cook you first, we're not animals)

This is the cult of the lamb

It made me just what I am, and what I am is

Damn good at running the show

And everybody will know

'Cause I do what I want, I'll make you one of us

And it won't take too long to find who I can trust

I want you all in my flo-flo-flo-flock

Singin' with me, ba-bah bah-bah bah-bah

The flockless black sheep, and ugly ducklings

Have found their family, they'll come to trust me

'Cause whether or not you got dogs in the fight

You've been part of this cult since you've joined for a bite

That's why Andrea's singin' this part of the song

To further convince you to just go along

You might be a lamb, don't become a sheep

The crown that you found is your bounty to keep

This is the cult of the lamb

It made me just what I am, and what I am is

Damn good at running the show

And everybody will know

'Cause I do what I want, I'll make you one of us

And it won't take too long to find who I can trust

I want you all in my flo-flo-flo-flock

Singin' with me

Ba-bah ba-bah-bah ba-bah

Intro]

What up, doe

Detroit

The new home of the greatest

I'm in my D hat, D hat, D hat, D hat

[Chorus]

I'm in my D hat, and it's a blue fitted

You gettin' money, but you don't know what to do with it

I know I'm wit' it, don't know if you wit' it

This is dedicated to the few who be like, "Who did it?"

[Verse 1]

You took a step forward, you need to step back

'Cause in a puddle of blood is where you're left at

You see, Detroit is Beirut, Chicago's Iraq

America is a war zone, I'm just statin' the facts

People wanna hold hands and lines and protest

Niggas still gettin' shot in the street with no vest

Donald Trump is the President, now you're so stressed

But I'm high for the next four years, like, "Oh yes!"

Who gives a fuck less about a tax write-off

Won't stop Edison from cuttin' my lights off

Won't stop terrorists or their suicide bombin'

We don't wanna die, I think we all got that in common

To be silent in these times is a crime if you got a voice

But when you open up your mouth

You sound ignorant by choice

Do you believe in God? [And God did not believe in?]

My religion is reality, the Garden of Eden

If you a celebrity up to bat, you know you struck out

Said you was movin' out of America, get the fuck out

We don't need your coward ass around here

'Cause this the Home of the Brave, no fear

I swear this'll be my year

So I need you to lend me your ear

I got a little somethin' that you all should hear

Love trumps hate, let's get things clear

You can hate me because my skin color

But you just hatin' yourself, because we still brothers

And the Statue of Liberty's freedom's real mother

She taught us all empathy so we could feel others

I was inspired to write this when the polls closed

It's like your soul's closed, God left us, and the store's closed

I'm from Detroit, don't know if you get it

We be like, "What up, doe?" We chasin' after new digits

Industry hate us and we know only a few wit' it

But we gonna keep puttin' it down until you do get it

I'm on my D shit, 3-1-3 shit, that's how it be shit

Godlike, so you know I love that G shit

I wish it was different on the streets, but it's not

So stay out your political feelings 'fore you get shot

We all know we're livin' in Hell 'cause it's hot

The wicked gettin' arrested, wicketshit will never stop

[Chorus]

I'm in my D hat, and it's a blue fitted

You gettin' money, but you don't know what to do with it

I know I'm wit' it, don't know if you wit' it

This is dedicated to the few who be like, "Who did it?"

[Verse 2]

Who did it better? Who did it worse? Who did it first?

Who did it the best and put the game in a hearse

Who did it for the rap gods and lifted the curse

Now let's take hip hop back to the birth

Back to the Earth, back to your lessons

I think it's time for true confessions

Fraudulent, phony fools fear the fatal freestyle

This goes out to every man, woman, and child

[Outro]

And I'm straight off 7 Mile

Boomin' Words From Hell

But it's a Heaven style

Boris! Meet your maker!

Ah, I'll tell you later

It seems this scene has us careening down an elevator

Must have been dreaming to think we'd make a clean escape

I doubt that one machine here could make it past a regulator

Swear we never had this many levels, where's the excavator?

What's so scary 'bout a library and a record player?

Thought I'd find the angel in a basement more dilapidated

This is kinda tasteful, Alice tell me who's your decorator?

I never make a lady wait, I guess you'd say that I'm a player

Angel wants a date and I would really hate to aggravate her

Boris, don't you worry, I would never let her separate us

Told you, where'd you go?

Damn, guess I'd better go and save him

Alice thinks that hacking up my pal is gonna medicate her

Fallacy! The treatment that this gal would need is an eraser

Rap against an animator? Alice, get back on your paper

Rhyming on the multiplane, my lyrics work on several layers

If you thought that demons were your problem right now

Well the angel's on the stage so pipe down

If there are secrets that you want to find out

Hop on the ink machine and ride those pipes down

So you're on the path of the starving artist

But at the heart, well the art is heartless

Ever seen a masterpiece get discarded?

Start and depart for the art of darkness

Out of the deep dark depths below

Three ne'er-do-wells will avenge their souls

With a spanner and a wrench and a thirst to quench

Hi-ho, it's off to work we go

Heave-ho! Fisher's coming, crawling out the sea foam

Giving you the Willie's as I'm stepping off my steamboat

Left here by the gods and beheaded by a rod

I've some deadly black spots for the clod who left us below

Should have headed for the bread line

Never ever meddled wtih a pencil lead and bread lines

Monkey with a wrench might

Thunk you in the head, Henry can you see the headlines?

Animator dead by an enemy he designed!

There once was an Angel who swallowed a spider

It wriggled inside her and out came the Striker

Who'd have thought your silly little villain for the children

Would be killing for your heroine, so let her win or die first

If you thought that demons were your problem right now

Well the angel's on the stage so pipe down

If there are secrets that you want to find out

Hop on the ink machine and ride those pipes down

So you're on the path of the starving artist

But at the heart, well the art is heartless

Ever seen a masterpiece get discarded?

Start and depart for the art of darkness

There's no need to be scared now

It's all the fun of the fairground

And I would say I'm on fair grounds

To take a little revenge now

Everybody's heard of Bertram Piedmont

Because my work pertains a certain frisson

A hurtling free fall, disturbing demons

Are out of season so must you keep on?

Are you caught in a spin?

Well it's a shame that your organs and limbs

Will be lost in the ink, well it's awfully grim

Did you want to be him? Walter better man than you've ever been

It's a downward spiral, time you felt a

Little hell up in the Helter-skelter

No help or shelter, board the ride

Don't you know you've got to be this tall to die?

So sing along to the bouncing ball

Wave your flags and renounce these halls

You may have been sacked from this pantomime

But a pal of mine wants you recalled

So march along to the count of four

Astound at the scoundrel crowd you've drawn

Left stranded and damned to this mangled form

To abandon us here was an act of war

It's laughable to think you'll bring back the norm

We've ink, but no malpractice forms

"But Henry! You never gave a crap before?"

'Til we trapped you down 'neath the factory floor

Clap along to the rapturous score

Three rounds down and back for more

To find the keys in chapter four

Remind me, where've you heard that before?

If you thought that demons were your problem right now

Well the angel's on the stage so pipe down

If there are secrets that you want to find out

Hop on the ink machine and ride those pipes down

So you're on the path of the starving artist

But at the heart, well the art is heartless

Ever seen a masterpiece get discarded?

Start and depart for the art of darkness

Well I dropped in from the top and now I've got to block the

Monsters popping off of Nosferatu's rostrum

Preposterous that after this my Oscar's will be posthumous

I lived for my work but I died to stop them

Stationery should be stationary, shouldn't talk back

I need a shrink, I'm on the brink, the ink has fought back

Thought that the Apocalypse was supposed to live on horseback?

Screw that, deliverance was hidden in the Rorschach

That's all folks

Keep dreaming

Watch me start a revolution in my mind set

I wanna take over the world but it ain't mine yet

They say that patience is a virtue

But squandered time and opportunity can hurt you

I need a clear view been looking with my eyes closed

For oh so many years I feel that all my minds blown

Like shitty speakers in the life whip with low and high pitch

Like ups and downs in lives you know all the times when I quit

Throwing in the towel just to pick the fucka up

The harder that I try it seems the deeper that the cut

Yo I got problems to weight a heavy mind and the thoughts weigh heavier every time

How many times do I have to say it though?

Always under never out of control

How many times must I repeat again?

I am invincible and no adversary will win

Against me

Resent me

Some of you people will never ever understand me

I got problems to weigh a heavy mind and the thoughts weigh heavier every time

Humanity is a stain that I disdain

I am on the rooftop rooting for the plague

When I am in my brain it's survival rate zero

Designed suicide the demise of a hero

Cast down the opposition

Seen it in a vision

The shepherd wears the same cloak as the mortician

Bow before the grave

Heed the call of the damned

Can I get a witness

The extinction of man

You see

Initially it wasn't meant to be predetermined

But now the serpents under beats

When the speech reversing

Beneath the surface it's like I'm tying a noose

About to sway steady

I can't refuse the truth

Them thoughts they weigh heavy

And most days I wish I couldn't think

Just stare emotionless

At a world filled with hopelessness

Share my condolences

To those who couldn't cope with the pressure

Those who have no goals

And those who show no effort

Go on forever like a broken record

How many times do I have to say it though?

Always under never out of control

How many times must I repeat again?

I am invincible and no adversary will win

Against me

Resent me

Some of you people will never ever understand me

I got problems to weigh a heavy mind and the thoughts weigh heavier every time

I tried and hide the fire

But it burns through

The ones you love always first to abuse you

The blunts they used to make me curse proof

But the drugs just don't work like they used to

But I digress my life is uphill at best

My thoughts their tied to anvils

There's a landfill in my chest

The devil on my shoulder is the only one left

I guess the angel was depressed

Said fuck it jumped to his death

Holy water couldn't bless me

Devil couldn't come and get me

If anyone else wanna test me

I'll crack your head like a Pepsi

Snipe em all like Wesley

Open em up like Sesame

Hole in the heart of my enemy

I told you this shit can go heavily

How many times do I have to say it though?

Always under never out of control

How many times must I repeat again?

I am invincible and no adversary will win

Against me

Resent me

Some of you people will never ever understand me

I got problems to weigh a heavy mind and the thoughts weigh heavier every time

Kill in no time

Not scared of the sunshine

Walk like blade never behave my right mind

Is left the sky has now plunged a red sun

All of it's now done screaming that redrum

Bodies make hobbies

Mad man I'm sobbing

Never planning on stopping

The vampires unlocking

Levels on levels push on the petal

But you can't escape

Drug of my choice is blood syrup

Bitch you my pancake

Awake the clutch now

We in gear leak

From your ears sleek

From the rear peak

Through ya sheers

Eyes cut appear terrors now here

Put ya guns up

Silver ain't the color

'Cause my red dot will cross ya

Foster ya roster

Groom'em it'll cost ya

One two or three bodies they may off ya

Back as my spring que the murder please

Ain't no kerosene

We don't burn we cling

Puncture wounds paint the scene

Vibing on adrenaline

So gimme the night

Back in the coffin

By the morning

Not a fan of the light

I'm gonna paint this town red

Leave it in fright

When from your shit list to hit in just one night

'Til the sun up and I evaporate

The night is young

Come on and join the dead parade

Eternity forever don't exaggerate

One bite is all it takes to activate

You're gonna live forever forever

You'll live forever forever

You'll live forever forever

So party on

You're gonna live forever forever

You'll live forever forever

You'll live forever forever

So party on

Just a little taste of the plasma

Cover your neck and face like a bandanna

Blood drip thick like syrup

Mouth in the fountain like slurp

Welcome to the family like church

Children of the night

Welcome back to the earth

Always feed the hunger

And know that the sun burns

Sleep in the day

And at night we emerge

Embody the rebirth

Now you're living in reverse

Vibing on adrenaline

So gimme the night

Back in the coffin

By the morning

Not a fan of the light

I'm gonna paint this town red

Leave it in fright

When from your shit list to hit in just one night

Blood-stained walls from the floor to ceiling flay that face call it pumpkin peeling

Save that grace I'm so fuck ya feelings that I just lay waste straight constant killing

I'mma basket case ready willing in a casket race so many boxes to fill in

Like to masturbate in the blood that I'm spilling tend to gravitate from a hero to villain

And I'm a vampire fuck around and catch you by the campfire

I hate to do it I'm a bad liar

I'm going through it let it transpire hoping I don't lose it

Like a bad tire

I walk in the shadows in the valley of death

Stay amongst like-mindeds were bound by the crest

Heart stopper like an axe in the chest

Keep chopping 'til ya nothing or I'm all out of breath

Now who's next?

Vibing on adrenaline

So gimme the night

Back in the coffin

By the morning

Not a fan of the light

I'm gonna paint this town red

Leave it in fright

When from your shit list to hit in just one night