Twiztid Maze

VERSE 1
Creepin' through the night eyez glazed out all white
With a ten-pound axe and shit ain't feelin' so right
As I tippie-toe on my 9-foot tall clown stiltz'
Then swoop down wiv' ma' hatchet you can bet yo' ass it killz'
You don't know I'm behind you - you can tell somethin'z wrong
You hear some clown whistlin' your all-time favorite song
But how could he have known - could he be in your home
Stranglin' yo' mother wiv' the chord on the telephone
This clown ain't one of your average happy painted jokerz'
He'll trick you by squirtin' hydroclouric-acid in your eyez' wiv' super-soakaz'
As soon as you turn your back you can be sure that he'z behind you
And even if he ain't I garruntee he'll come an' find you
Now run along candy-lipz' you won't make it away
The wicked jugglin' jezter iz' on this planet to stay
No negotiation restz' in our little domain of murder
And even if you escape the twiztid maze just getz' absurder
The contactz' and the greeze-paint won't get us very far
But all we care about iz' capturin' a shootin'-star
To put it in our pocketz' an' save it for a rainy day
And nothin' you can do can make theze' jokerz' go away
The method in this madness will only become clear
If you pick all of that brain-washed shit from out yo' fuckin' earz'
And open your mind your eyez' and understand what we're about
And since that'z inpossible I guess you'll never figure it out...


CHORUS
(Clowny Music I'll Be Doing Later)
*Twiztid...Twiztid...(Maze)
(Clowny Music I'll Be Doing Later)
*Twiztid...Twiztid...(Maze)

Key - * = Background Effected Clowny Voices

(I know it isn't much of a chorus, but if you heard the clowny music that goes with it I think it works well...)

VERSE 2
I'm howlin' through the treez' you can hear the jokerz' callin'
The cops won't find your withered corpse until the next mornin'
The spine thatz' in your back - I will use it as a weapon
And rip off your right leg an' leave you bitchaz' half-steppin'
The motive for my actionz' are too fucked-up to tell
The police with find you sooner or later coz' of the smell
There just ain't no escape - when I grip yo' neck and twizt it
The secret of this story I can garruntee you've missed it
I wonder if what I'm doin' could be classed as a joke
Hangin' you upside down in a fish-tank danglin' from a rope
I wanna' watch you mutha-fuckaz' drownin' in yo' own blood
With a six-inch hatchet-blade stickin' out yo' nug'
It ain't funny - a clown iz' wot' I am it'z true
But there ain't excuse stoppin' me from mutilatin' you
I won't stop at mothin' - and I won't change my ways one bit
There'z many klownz' at our circus but we're the only ones legit
With a fresh-steel axe we can remove yo' head
And sling your body up over the overpass - dead
There ain't no second chances and we won't listen to what you gotta' say
The Reaper is tellin' me it'z gotta' be done today
So I don't wanna' hear all of yo' bullshit no more
Coz' you mother-fuckerz' have no idea what'z in store
In the next 25 seconds you won't be alive at all
And next time you come to our twiztid maze the klownz' there will be four



Good work to my homie WIS for this freestyle. Keep it up dogg!

I don't even remember doing this, are you sure it was even me? LOL