"Thank you. And the nominees for the best solo underground duo acoustic country urban pop remix classical cover band artist duo and or group or and or solo artist groups are..."

Don't read it!
Time to shut'em down,
Turn another page!
Put'em in the blender;
A magazine crusade!

Kill'em all!
Burn'em all!
Take'em to the streets!
Another publicist dead:
Page one fifty three!

Only credit was a cover tag
In next month's issue.
Read all about fallen bands
Dissin' you.
Here's a story for that ass:
Lotus ready to brawl!
Brinin' you blood, shock, and awe!

You can't make or break me;
Fuck MTV!
I'm an underground killa
Huntin' V.I.P.!

And murderously
Following Tom home
With a 12 inch shank
About to bloody the chrome!

I cut his throat so deep:
Nearly cut off his head!
Thirteen stab wounds
In the chests of his kids!
And his wife.....
I still got his wife,
She be suckin' our dicks
At The Pod as we write!

Shock...(Stab'em up!)
And Awe...(Watch'em fall!)
And then back into the underworld we crawl.
(So fuck ya'll bitches!)

Shock...(Stab'em up!)
And Awe...(Watch'em fall!)
And then back into the underworld we crawl.
(So fuck ya'll bitches!)

I pull up
Strapped with bombs
At your tailgate parties.
Rush the gate
With at least
Forty five of my homies!

Pissin' on power-rigs,
Knockin' out the sound man
Jump into your mashpit
With my hatchet in hand!

Ozzfest?
Bloodfest!
No coroner!
Showin' all these faggots
All about hardcore!

Tyin' hands with mic cords
And burnin' down the stage...
All this shit
In our juggalos' names!

As soon as I walk in the door
I set it off.
And I'll slap Fred Durst
And the guy that plays Ross.
So tempted to rush that stage
And choke the shit outta
Chris Cornell for ruining Rage!

Lights go off
And I might do it again...
When they come back on
I got my dick in Lil Kim!
I'll pull off the rubber
Then I'll smack Danny Glover
And I'll swing on Ashton Kutcher
And I bet I'll get the cover!

Shock...(Stab'em up!)
And Awe...(Watch'em fall!)
And then back into the underworld we crawl.
(So fuck ya'll bitches!)

Shock...(Stab'em up!)
And Awe...(Watch'em fall!)
And then back into the underworld we crawl.
(So fuck ya'll bitches!)

Fuck the radio!
And all the songs they play!
Their playlists are whack
And their dj's are gay!
I ain't payin' you shit
To play my songs!
5 g's for rotation?!
You know that's wrong!

Gotta come with more money
Just to air my shit.
Gotta pay a million other's
To straight suck your dick.
Take you to lunch,
Get you all drunk and shit.
I'm like fuck nah!
Fuck you and the mainstream bitch!

I bomb on all you pop artists,
What's that?
Fuck your radio friendly love song
That shit is whack!
All you candy-coated rappers
And red-cap wearers;
I got seven slugs
And eleven pallbearers!

The only pop I know
Is the pop from my gat
When I cock the hammer
And pull that trigger back!
Erasin' the top ten spots:
Cut out your hearts!
And make you number 1
On the dead charts, bitch!

Shock...(Stab'em up!)
And Awe...(Watch'em fall!)
And then back into the underworld we crawl.
(So fuck ya'll bitches!)

Shock...(Stab'em up!)
And Awe...(Watch'em fall!)
And then back into the underworld we crawl.
(So fuck ya'll bitches!)








Another song probably no one read:
Shock & Awe - Twiztid ft. ABK and Blaze ya Dead Homie - Cryptic Collection 3