"Set It Off" lyrics
[Jamie Madrox:]
For The Fam Volume Two
Monoxide
[Monoxide:]
Here come that Methric boy with a gas can, bottles and napkins
Electric chords and duct tape spread on a mattress
'Cause I sleep with death on a pillow of blackness
You couldn't match this, living in a house of matchsticks
I'll burn you to the ground and write a rhyme in ya ashes
I ain't down with the masses
Most you rappers rappin' today, you ain't worthy of your motherfuckin' tracklist
You're embarrassin' like fuckin' a fat bitch on the stairs
And there's cameras everywhere
With a live feed to the big screen in the middle of Times Square
And I'ma leave it right there, get the picture, I can't fucks with ya
I got a box full of accelerants and a mind full of degenerate intelligence
I'm a little south for the heaven sent, you want proof? My whole life's this
[Jamie Madrox:]
(For The Fam)
(Turn down for what?!) Everything you throw away, I want that shit
(Madrox, Madrox) The lies and the hate, I feed off...
Everything you throw away, I want that shit
The lies and the hate, I feed off it (Turn down for what?!)
I'm just a monster, maybe a robot
Some say I killed myself but I did not (Turn down for what?!)
I wanted everything the way I wanted it
You say I'm heartless and inconsiderate? (Turn down for what?!)
But you don't understand how we do things
We fly sideways, with the broken wings (Turn down for what?!)
(For The Fam) We are freak shows, carnival spectacles
All you hoes can suck dick, tits, and testicles
Everything you know will stop and start again
In the midst of your life, the church, and government
Mesmerized, can't believe your eyes
Shown you the light and now you're hypnotized
Realize how easy that you can fall
Your body, your life, your soul, we want it all
Fire up your loud, another round of shots
Fire up your loud, another round of shots
Fire up your loud, another round of shots
Fire up your loud, another round of shots
For The Fam Volume Two
Monoxide
[Monoxide:]
Here come that Methric boy with a gas can, bottles and napkins
Electric chords and duct tape spread on a mattress
'Cause I sleep with death on a pillow of blackness
You couldn't match this, living in a house of matchsticks
I'll burn you to the ground and write a rhyme in ya ashes
I ain't down with the masses
Most you rappers rappin' today, you ain't worthy of your motherfuckin' tracklist
You're embarrassin' like fuckin' a fat bitch on the stairs
And there's cameras everywhere
With a live feed to the big screen in the middle of Times Square
And I'ma leave it right there, get the picture, I can't fucks with ya
I got a box full of accelerants and a mind full of degenerate intelligence
I'm a little south for the heaven sent, you want proof? My whole life's this
[Jamie Madrox:]
(For The Fam)
(Turn down for what?!) Everything you throw away, I want that shit
(Madrox, Madrox) The lies and the hate, I feed off...
Everything you throw away, I want that shit
The lies and the hate, I feed off it (Turn down for what?!)
I'm just a monster, maybe a robot
Some say I killed myself but I did not (Turn down for what?!)
I wanted everything the way I wanted it
You say I'm heartless and inconsiderate? (Turn down for what?!)
But you don't understand how we do things
We fly sideways, with the broken wings (Turn down for what?!)
(For The Fam) We are freak shows, carnival spectacles
All you hoes can suck dick, tits, and testicles
Everything you know will stop and start again
In the midst of your life, the church, and government
Mesmerized, can't believe your eyes
Shown you the light and now you're hypnotized
Realize how easy that you can fall
Your body, your life, your soul, we want it all
Fire up your loud, another round of shots
Fire up your loud, another round of shots
Fire up your loud, another round of shots
Fire up your loud, another round of shots
