start breathin' Fuck that shit! You just caught this bitch cheatin' While you at work she's with some dude tryin' to get off Fuck slittin' her throat, cut this bitches head off
You were to monitor the activities of a common life on the Dirtball And study peoples life styles Their general habits of living in their strange society
tap,hello [Violent J] 2:45 and the bell went off, Thank God, Many people think im odd But i talk with no one, And i walk alone,and i avoid sunlight with
2:45 and the bell went off, thank god many people think im odd but i talk with no one and I walk alone and I aviod sunlight with a chalky tone I get home
Don't you hear the branches cry, askin' for the reasons why Did they hang so many men, from the branches off of them Why did humans make them play, with them in their
y'all can fuck off Man fuck y'all Yo Jeckel Brothers out May 25th juggalos Yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off Alright don't let the door hit
cause we in a devilish mood [Verse five: Esham] Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black devil comming straight from the D Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off
you knew, 'cause we in a devilish mood Guess who's rolling with the ICP That black devil coming straight from the D I'm heading out to Birmingham to tip off
is red The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead They're trying to die, they're leaping off of roof tops Uh, they only scream in pain as their
-Ohh I'm a Special Ed. student, with an A+ flow Used to call me Bobo, Buzzbee Burbley Bronson, ?, Disco Derby I'm a modern day Ozzy Osbourne Bitin bats heads off
the mic Chorus x1 1/2 Verse 3: Snoop Dogg Killin up crews, give em the real street blues Have em slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis
the V's Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin' Keep it movin' homeboy, the macs always actin' Spit in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappers Can't fuck with
That's real People act a different way with me I feel don't nobody wanna play with me And that's ill cause they treat me like a stain on their clothes
the Riot Makers! The moshers! The stompers! The jail breakers! We gon start this shit off right! We got KCMO in the house tonight! We gon start this shit off right! (Off
I get blasted I picture myself in a crime house filled with roses on my casket All my family and friends at my funeral wipin their tears away Mama screamin
that's all) This is the shit you dream about with the homie steamin' out Back-back-backin' them Beemer's out Seems as our plans to get a grant Then go off
thankin' me for their help Hopin' that they not around when it gets dark outside Sun's goin' down you hear the bark outside Locks off the cage, gauge, with