All Day (feat. Twiztid)

All day, each and every which way.
 We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
 All day, each and every which way.
 We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
 I'm hiding out in the dark in all of them cemetary places
 And I put tattoo teardrops on all the dead bodie's faces
 Cause it is they who cry for us and if I may bust
 And seperate all the hate from those who are down with
 us and when I say "Rush!"
 It's like a thousand knives and hatchets to your head
 It's the Ginsu-nami makin' these black streets red (what I said?)
 The dead meets and plot so be afraid
 We're makin' zombies with bodies and then unleash what
 we made, it's all day!
 All of my lifetime, waitin' and gradually seperatin'
 all of the rational thinkin' from out of my mind
 Rewind and everybody comes to find out that that's
 why people like you die or either hide out
 I got you glowin' and I'm squeezin' like Darth Vader
 And I'm hopin' now that I can introduce you to your maker.
 All it takes is a little bit of my hate to get it goin'
 from zero to fuckin' totally insane
 And I'm knowin' that -
 x 2:
 All day, each and every which way.
 We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
 Who want it? WHAT?
 Step and you get FUCKED UP
 Whoever want it with US
 LIKE WHAT
 Want it with US
 LIKE WHAT
 Bonez Dubb:
 Lazy eyes that be lookin' in all directions
 My crazy mind that you can't get with no connections
 Protection is brought to me from the dead
 It's an army of the anti-life, so what's ahead
 Is a muthafuckin' beat down, we stick around
 All the wack can hate
 And change pace after we murderin' all the snakes and fakes
 Keepin' it wicked, but don't know if it's enough
 I'm takin' a picture of the sickest form of love, it's fucked up!
 I'm all day, 24/7 like 7/11 spittin' venom on a mission to get to heaven
 We hellish and people relish the transition of a scrub
 To a kamakaze who got little to no love (What?)
 What you got? Nothin', I'm bein' positive
 I ain't even trippin', my whole lifestyle is monsterous
 As a hatchet with a broken handle and a course blade
 Your wig belongs to us, consider your debt paid. ALL DAY!
 x 4:
 All day, each and every which way.
 We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
 Who want it? WHAT?
 Step and you get FUCKED UP
 Whoever want it with US
 LIKE WHAT
 Want it with US
 LIKE WHAT