The Riddle Box: Lyrics: Techniques And Tactics

Lyrics:

[Intro: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
"665 ways to die. Choose one!"
"Wicked Clowns!"

[Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
A mother fuckin' nine iron, bitch (Fore!)
I said a nine iron‚ bitch (Way!)
Your brain's oozed right out the crack in your skull
Where I crack that shit (I smack that shit)
I got that rattlesnake bite (Sweet!)
A venomous rattlesnake bite (Woo!)
Pit dug in my basement full of 'em bitches
I do murder right (Yeah!)
A fuckin' roman candle (Ha!)
Bitch boy‚ a roman candle (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Light it with a zippo‚ shove that shit down your throat
Flammable (throat, flammable)
A hammer and nail
Ordinary hammer and nail (Get 'em!)
Tie you up in a chair, nail that windpipe shut
You thinkin' stale! (Ha ha ha!)

[Chorus]
My killin' techniques and tactics
Keep fillin' up caskets
You're mine (You're mine)
All mine (All mine)
Still chillin' zipped up in plastic
And kept up as ashes
It's time (It's time)
Your time (Your time)

[Verse 2: Project Born]
I'm talkin' duct tape‚ you bitch
Yeah, I'm screamin' out duct tape, you bitch
Put your body in the river where nobody else can hear you
Now you're swimming with the fish‚ stupid bitch
Yeah, I'm talkin' about shotgun shells
Yeah, I'm talkin' about shotgun shells
Mother fucker, you die when you fuckin' with the Born Dead Three
Sendin' y'all straight to Hell
Let's count 'em. Say, one, two, three
Let's count 'em. Say, one, two, three
Freak hoes in my bed, now they wanna give me head
Now they wanna meet the homies, ICP
Yeah, I'm rollin' with the killers and thugs
Yeah, I'm rollin' with the killers and thugs
They creep up on you with a fuckin' chainsaw
Stickin' that bitch right to your mug

[Post-Chorus]
You can't fight it, be delighted
That you're findin' it ever so wickedly
"Mother fucker! You got killed and stabbed!"
My killin' techniques and tactics
Keep fillin' up caskets
You're mine (You're mine)

[Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope]
A toilet, you bitch (Yeah!)
Yeah, ho, a toilet, you bitch (Get down!)
Load that shit up all week, never flush (Get down!)
Drown your head in that shit
A fuckin' shopping cart ("Huh?")
A Kroger shopping cart
Smoke this much meth, 'cause I can 'en beat you
With a Goddamn shopping cart!
A Mr. Socko puppet (Ha ha!)
A Mr. Socko puppet (Yeah!)
Southwest strangle you dead in a Mandible Paw
With a one-handed grip (Come on!)
King Kong, mother fucker!
King Kong, mother fucker!
By the time I'm done havin' fun
You'll beg for King Kong, mother fucker!

[Verse 4: Project Born]
I'm a girl, no strap with a brick
Never rock with the all-white brick
Lace it with anthrax, everybody on they back
And they 'bout to die in this bitch
I'ma come with a bottle of hen
A real big bottle of hen
Sneak up in a hospital, run it through your IV
While you flatline with grin ("Let me switch it up")
There's a million ways to die. Choose one
If you take one of mine, you got to lose one
Fuck that shit, you got to lose all
Go [?] on these fools and buy 'em in the wall
Come on, people, let's play a game like Saw
Grab a couple [?] and make 'em run up in 'em raw
[?] down to 20 times in a stall
Quickly [?] and everybody gonna fall